“You sometimes see in a wind a piece of paper blowing about anyhow. Suppose the piece of paper could make the decision: ‘Now I want to go this way.’ I say: ‘Queer, this paper always decides where it is to go, and all the time it is the wind that blows it. I know it is the wind that blows it.’ That same force which moves it also in a different way moves its decisions.”

“The wind blows wild and i may move, politicians lie and i am not fooled you don't need a razor or a three piece suit to argue the truth”

“A breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child's kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. "Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us." We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find...... a perfect paper airplane.”

“You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.”

“it doesn't hurt to be alone sometimes. to go out on a cold night andwalk for a while. it might be dangerous, someone could hurt you, thereare sad scenes, passersby who leave a lifetime along the way for youto pick up and examine, papers blowing in the wind with strangemessages, maybe something hopeful that you save and cherish forever.”

“Life, too, is senseless unless you know who you are, what you want, and which way the wind blows.”