“With these words there came the rending scream of a shattered stirk and an angry troubling of the branches as the poor madman percolated through the sieve of a sharp yew, a wailing black meteor hurtling through green clouds, a human prickles.”
“Clouds of black birds rose up wailing and screaming, like the thoughts of my heart.”
“Trouble is a sieve through which we sift our acquaintances. Those too big to pass through are our friends.”
“The sky is like a black sieve pierced by silver drops that tremble, ready to burst through.”
“Well, if you’re through taunting poor Mike, are you ready to go? (Nick)You give me any lip, little boy, and there won’t be enough left of you to run through a sieve. (Zarek)”
“There was something of the wildwood in the man who came and went illusive as moonlight moving through the branches.”