“Who can leap the world's ties and sit with me among white clouds?”

“Clambering up the Cold Mountain path,The Cold Mountain trail goes on and on:The long gorge choked with scree and boulders,The wide creek, the mist-blurred grass.The moss is slippery, though there's been no rainThe pine sings, but there's no wind.Who can leap the world's tiesAnd sit with me among the white clouds?”

“What matters most is not who is sitting in the White House, but "who is sitting in" -- and who is marching outside the White House, pushing for change.”

“What good is it for, for you or me, a powerless God, ruthless? A God who sits in the clouds and tolerates malaria and cholera, hunger and war?”

“Rahel thought of the someone who had taken the trouble to go up there with cans of paint, white for the clouds, blue for the sky, silver for the jets, and brushes, and thinner.”

“They say our world used to be green. Our clouds used to be white. Our sun was always the right kind of light.”