“A star shoots bleeding across the skyline, a companion to the black wind. Silence comes sweeping across everything.”

“Precarious, life is. A flying leap. A sweep of hand. A star flung across the night. A lucky catch in this whirling juggling circus act.From Steam Drills, Treadmills, and Shooting Stars”

“As the ordinary violence of dawn sweeps across the lower Coromandel coast, a sprawling village comes into view.”

“Shoot the moon," Aurora says dreamily. "Would it bleed, do you think? I think it would. I think it would bleed...shooting stars.”

“The world comes to life. Wisps of green steal across the fields, rich with the promise of spring. Tiny shoots push through the soil. Virgin buds uncoil at the tips of branches. Soft, fresh grass sweeps and swells across the meadows. Thornbushes blossom on the hillsides. The walnut tress have survived the winter, though their antlered crowns still stand bare. Fresh leaves reach longingly for rain from the sky.”

“We might come across nurseries of new born stars … For if there are new born stars there must also be stars of middle years. Aging stars. Dying stars.”