“Outside the open windowThe morning air is all awash with angels.”

“PleasuresFirst look from morning's windowThe rediscovered bookFascinated facesSnow, the change of the seasonsThe newspaperThe dogDialecticsShowering, swimmingOld musicComfortable shoesComprehensionNew musicWriting, plantingTravelingSingingBeing friendly”

“The streets were awash with blues and grays – suspended in the air, bouncing off buildings, reflecting off car windows – as Brooklyn neared nighttime.”

“I went outside mournful, and I hit pure air. The air was full of birdsong. I went outside expecting rain but it was sunny, it was so suddenly, so openly sunny, with so sharp a spring light coming off the river, that I went down the side of the riverbank and sat in among the daffodils.”

“When friendship disappears then there is a space left open to that awful loneliness of the outside world which is like the cold space between the planets. It is an air in which men perish utterly.”

“It's too cold outside for angels to fly.”