“Birds have hollow bones so they can fly. Mine are solid; I'm still running along the ground flapping madly. Ann Swann”

“The swallow's wings popped open, but they flapped awkwardly at the sides of its body like wild oars. And then, as the bird fell with skittering wings, it gave one solid thrum. This slowed its descent, momentarily. It gave another thrum, and another, and then, as if its body remembered what it was supposed to do, the bird began to beat its wings rhythmically. The muscle memory was still within it. It was still losing ground, but it was flapping at least.”

“Her heart became a bird, trapped inside the glass box of her chest, flapping violently into wall after invisible wall, crumpling into a heap of broken hollow-bones on the transparent floor.”

“As birds' wings beat the solid air without which none could fly so words freed by the imagination affirm reality by their flight.”

“I'm as light as a cloud, as free as a bird. I'm part of the sky and I can fly.”

“it is not because they run out of sky that birds turn back, it is because they lack the strength to keep on flying. just so, the sravaka disciples and the bodhisattvas, can not express buddha’s qualities, as infinite as space.”