“Who knew that when you cut a slit in the belly of the night sky, it bled color?”

“Hers were the pale gray that made you think of nightfall and silver bullets and the edge of winter. The color that filled the sky before it was torn in half by lightening.”

“Heroes don't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they don't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back.”

“Heroes didn't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back.”

“Can you see the pond?"From up here, I can. It is a piece of sky, lying on the ground. When Heaven breaks, who fixes it?”

“This time of night, the sky was flung wide open, stars spread like a story across the horizon.”

“eskimos maybe? believed stars were holes in the sky where people who died could peek through at you”