“Sprawled out on the front lawn Looking up at an ordinary sky It could fall on me and somehow be The day I didn't die”

“Everyone said that one day I was going to have a big accident, an accident to end all accidents. One day you might look up and see a kid falling from the sky. That would be me.”

“I'm a leaf / Look at me on my branch / A terrible storm / Came and knocked me off / The day you see me fall / Is not the day I die”

“He looked to the sky for answers. I look at what's in front of me, what's around me, what's inside of me.”

“A sombrero fell out of the sky and landed on the main street of town in front of the mayor, his cousin, and a person out of work. The day was scrubbed clean by the desert air. The sky was blue. It was the blue of human eyes, waiting for something to happen. There was no reason for a sombrero to fall out of the sky. No airplane or helicopter was passing overhead and it was not a religious holiday.”

“Afterward, she'd do yoga on the front lawn in the mizzling rain, lying on her back and then lifting herself slowly into an arch, like a demolition shown in reverse. The pose had mysterious names: Downward Dog, Sun Salute. Once I found her lying on the grass in a random-looking sprawl, the palms of her hands turned up to the drizzle."The Corpse," she explained later. "Feels wonderful.”