“I'm like this yo-yo with a three-thousand-mile string." - Tai”
“Growing up, my parents never gave me as much as I wanted for my birthday. For example, one year I wanted a yo-yo, and they ended up giving me some wound up string. Gee, thanks, mom.”
“You’re the only person I’d fly three thousand miles to see.”
“Yo soy yo y mi circunstancia”
“Yo soy yo y mi circunstancia.”
“The children walk away from me, flick flickety off at a tangent between thin blotched beech trunks, then turn like yo-yos at the end of their strings and come back to me" from the poem "In a BishopsWood Clearing”