“Mine is the sultry sunset when the skiesTremble with strange, intolerable thunder:And at the dead of an hushed night, these eyesDraw down the soaring oracles winged with wonder”

“I can't help flying up on the wings of anticipation. It's as glorious as soaring through a sunset... almost pays for the thud.”

“When I think something nice is going to happen I seem to fly right up on the wings of anticipation; and then the first thing I realize I drop down to earth with a thud. But really, Marilla, the flying part is glorious as long as it lasts...it's like soaring through a sunset. I think it almost pays for the thud.”

“A man can't soar too high, when he flies with his own wings.”

“My dreams have wings. But not soaring eagle wings, more like the wings of a butterfly—colorful and easily ripped off. The last time my dreams got ripped off was when I shopped at Walmart, the place where freedom soars like a caterpillar under the foot of oppression.”

“And in the night my own mother came to the window to meet me, strange, solitary; splendid with countless stars; my mother Night; mine, lovely, mine. My home…”