“Bone always outlasts feather”

“Feather to fire,fire to bloodBlood to bone,bone to marrowMarrow to ashes,ashes to snow”

“He was not bone and feather but a perfect idea of freedom and flight, limited by nothing at all”

“Drama, can never outrun, outweigh, or outlast Dreams.Dreams, always has hope cheering it on.And Victory, is always waiting at the finish line.”

“I stood there feeling the lightness of my bones, knowing now this was not only lack of sleep that had transformed my bones into feathers, but my body's recognition that soon I would be leaving this place I had inhabited for one year, this place made entirely of grief.”

“Why, Jon, why?" his mother asked. "Why is it so hard to be like the rest of the flock, Jon? Why can't you leave low flying to the pelicans, the alhatross? Why don't you eat? Son, you're bone and feathers!" "I don't mind being bone and feathers mom. I just want to know what I can do in the air and what I can't, that's all. I just want to know.”