“Torn pages curl and brown.The flames fly up.In the flickering light a cry.Who will lift the fallen stones?Who will link the broken chain?”

“What will happen to those who stone the prophets and persecute the masters? His fate is written in flaming letters on each page of the history.”

“Amanda took the torn page from Maniac. To her, it was the broken wing of a bird, a pet out in the rain.”

“There is suffering in the light; in excess it burns. Flame is hostile to the wing. To burn and yet to fly, that is the miracle of genius.”

“Our faith was a flickering flame.”

“Each person shines with his or her own light. No two flames are alike. There are big flames and little flames, flames of every color. Some people’s flames are so still they don’t even flicker in the wind, while others have wild flames that fill the air with sparks. Some foolish flames neither burn nor shed light, but others blaze with life so fiercely that you can’t look at them without blinking, and if you approach you shine in the fire.”