“Your memories will be a flock of birds, silently flying in the sky. You will see them flying in and see them flying away. The memories will disappear and there will be nothing left.”
“Moments fly, memories remain; and then memories fly, only memoirs remain and finally memoirs disappear, nothing remains!”
“You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead -- There were no birds to fly. ”
“I left them there for the flies and the birds and the sun and the wind. In the silence outside the Tour du Silence, I left them. Where the faceless dead faced the sky, I left them there at the center of the world.”
“I saw a spaceship fly by your window. Did you see it disappear?”
“There are no birds in a formation to cut the wind, so when you fly on your own, the struggle is yours alone and you must be stronger than those in a flock. The wind blows hard. Fly.”