“Fight or flight? If I had wings, there’d be no choice. But since I don’t have wings, I have to rely on my cape, and a long running start.”
“For, if I imp my wing on thine,Affliction shall advance the flight in me.”
“For if I wimp my wing on thine. Affliction shall advance the flight in me.”
“I don’t know about birdsnor do I know the history of fire.But I believe that my solitude should have wings”
“The merrel also knew its wing had not healed. But I could reach a great height once more before it failed me, it said. And from there I would fold my wings and plummet to the earth as if a hare or a fawn had caught my eye; but it would be myself I stooped toward. It would be a good flight and a good death. And so I eat their dead things cut up on a pole, dreaming of my last flight.”
“There are not wings of dreams that have not previously dealt with the flight of black thoughts.”