“I have a constant hungry bum. It's like my own venus fly trap”

“Young Noah: [humming] Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum. Young Allie: [laughing] You're a terrible singer. Young Noah: I know. Young Allie: [laying her head on his shoulder] But I like this song. [they continue dancing in the street to I'll Be Seeing You]”

“The spoon bends the world. The whole ceiling nestles in the bowl of the spoon. The bowl of the spoon cups the light in the room and serves it up. I offer my hands to receive it, themselves a cup but winged, hinged like the wings of a bird. The light in the spoon, too, flies; it has entered my eyes, but soft with the sound of wind in leaves. The leaves, my shelter. The cup, my shelter. Your hands, my shelter. The light, shelter. Who doesn't have one asks, "Who needs a house?"A faithful spoon bends the world to offer it up as what the heart likes best to eat. A hungry heart is good at spotting spoons. The hungry spoon? Its hungriness allows it to feed the rest of us. Its emptiness my home.”

“The owl flies, in the moonlight, over a field where the wounded cry out. Like the owl, I fly in the night over my own misfortune.”

“Noah: "You wanna dance with me?"Allie: "Sure. Now?"Noah: "Mmm Hmm"Allie: "You're not supposed to dance in the street."Noah: "You are supposed to dance in the street."Allie: "Yeah, but we don't have any music."Noah: "Well, we'll make some... Bum bum bum bum bum bum..."Allie: "You're a terrible singer."Noah: "I know."Allie: "And I like this song.”

“Sneezes pent but set like traps, the boys crouched, stood, lay sweating a cool and constant brine.”