“I learned that every tree fights for sunlight in the canopy, but this happens so slowly that the combat looks like peace.”

“During climbs into taller trees, I was occasionally able to look down on the backs of birds, which shine with reflected sunlight as they move through the green depths of the canopy, like schools of fish.”

“And the sword that had visited Earth from so far away smote like the falling of thunderbolts; and green sparks rose from the armour, and crimson as sword met sword; and thick elvish blood moved slowly, from wide slits, down the cuirass; and Lirazel gazed in awe and wonder and love; and the combatants edged away fighting into the forest; and branches fell on them hacked off by their fight; and the runes in Alveric's far-travelled sword exulted, and roared at the elf-knight; until in the dark of the wood, amongst branches severed from disenchanted trees, with a blow like that of a thunderbolt riving an oak tree, Alveric slew him.”

“It's strange, but once you learn to fight, you seem to attract enemies...Sooner or later, those who master the art of combat must end up fighting.”

“From the green belt balcony, the wildfires look so prettyPonderosa canopy, I’d never leave if it were up to meTo the ruby redwood tree, and to the velvet climbing ivy painted all mahogany I’d never leave if it were up to me”

“Light is always more beautiful when it has to fight to be noticed, like sunlight fighting through the clouds after a rainstorm.”