“When the silent flamingo dances pink with desire, I’ll be there, sipping on owl stares and kitten curls.”

“When a man in purple and screaming pink stares at you, you know it's time to change your appearance.”

“I think I’ll dismember the world and then I’ll dance in the wreckage.”

“The evening before I departed I stood on the rim of a lagoon on Isla Rabida. Flamingos rode on its dark surface like pink swans, apparently asleep. Small, curved feathers, shed from their breasts, drifted away from them over the water on a light breeze. I did not move for an hour. It was a moment of such peace, every troubled thread in a human spirit might have uncoiled and sorted itself into a graceful order. Other flamingos stood in the shallows with diffident elegance in the falling light, not feeding but only staring off toward the ocean. They seemed a kind of animal I had never quite seen before.”

“Dancing is silent poetry.”

“Silently I dance a dance of chaos to the rhythm of a dying sun”