“When I loved you and you loved me,You were the sky, the sea, the tree;Now the skies are skies, and seas are seas,And trees are brown and they are trees. ”

“I love you more than there are stars in the sky and fish in the sea.”

“...a sea to intensely blue to be looked at, and a sky of purple, set with one great flaming jewel of fire...”

“Caro… I don’t understand – why do you love me?”“Just because… because the sky is blue and the sea is green.”

“Refuge in any hiding-place from a sea too intensely blue to be looked at, and a sky of purple, set with one great flaming jewel of fire.”

“I saw the spiders marching through the air,Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed dayIn latter August when the hayCame creaking to the barn. But whereThe wind is westerly,Where gnarled November makes the spiders flyInto the apparitions of the sky,They purpose nothing but their ease and dieUrgently beating east to sunrise and the sea;”

“Never love a wild thing... you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up... . If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky.”