“After you went, a low wind warbled through the house like a spacious bird, making it high but lonely. When you had gone the love came. I supposed it would. The supper of the heart is when the guest has gone.”

“When everyone you loved in your life is gone, you have days when the wind comes into your house like a person. You get so alone the wind sits down at your table and tries to have itself a cup of coffee, but it can't, there's no time, it has to move on, it's the wind. I'm not saying the wind is a ghost, only that the feeling is of the wind, the whole notion of the wind, is different when all people you ever loved are gone. It's not fresh air blowing through your hair and airing out your sheets and kitchen. No, sir. It's company. The wind is company that has to go”

“He picked her up and tossed her on the bed.They had a hell of a time.But afterward, after she had gone back to her own room, depression came to him and what had seemed like such a hell of a time became distasteful, even a little disgusting. It was the depression of surfeit, the tail of selfindulgence’s kit. You flew high, wide, and handsome, imposing on the breeze that might have wafted you along indefinitely; and then it was gone, and down, down, down you went.”

“And I would do it for you, foryouBaby I'm not moving onI love you long after you're goneFor you, for youYou would never sleep aloneI love you long after you're goneAnd long after you're gone gone goneWhen you fall like a statueI'm gon' be there to catch youPut you on your feet, you onyour feetAnd if your heart is emptyNot a thing will prevent meTell what you need, what do you needI surrender honestlyYou've always done the same for meAnd I would do it for you, foryouBaby I'm not moving onI love you long after you're gone”

“...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...”

“when happiness makes a guest appearance in one's life,it's important to make the most of it.It may not stay around for long and when it has gone wouldn't it be terrible to think that all the time one could have been happy was wasted worrying when the happiness would be taken away.”