“since words are all we have of wings.”
“Fight or flight? If I had wings, there’d be no choice. But since I don’t have wings, I have to rely on my cape, and a long running start.”
“We have a week, Miss Forsythe. Time's winged chariot and all that.”
“Why? But why don't we have feathers? Or Wings? Nothing but the shoulder blades where wings would be attached? Why, because we no longer need wings. We've got aeros. Wings would only be in the way. Wings are for flying, but we have nowhere to fly to, we've already flown there, we've found it.”
“Why'd you go and have to have a straight boy crush?""We all do. That's how fairies get their wings.”
“Words, words. They're all we have to go on.”