“At noontimeWhen the earth is bright with flamingheat falling straight downthe cricket setsup a high-pitchedsinging in his wings”

“She turned quickly to face him, and with one part of his mind he thought, They call it falling in love, admiring as always the wisdom of the language. Not stumbling in love, not walking, striding, jumping, bouncing, crawling in love. You fall in love, straight forward like a chopped tree, straight down like a rock from a cliff: gravity, earth, concussion.”

“His wings were failing, but he refused to fall without a struggle.”

“His wings were failing, but he refused to fall without a struggle.”

“A man can't soar too high, when he flies with his own wings.”

“That is the earth, he thought. Not a globe thousands of kilometers around, but a forest with a shining lake, a house hidden at the crest of a hill, high in the trees, a grassy slope leading upwards from the water, fish leaping and birds strafing to take the bugs that lived at the border between water and sky. Earth was the constant noise of crickets, and winds, and birds”