“Outside, a gusty October breeze was combing leaves from the trees and sending them across her backyard in colorful skitters.”

“In some ways, my mother was right; a tree does look the same from the top as it does from the bottom: same branches, starting as weighty limbs and narrowing to the tiniest twigs; same leaves, quivering in the slightest breeze or in the rush of the trains; same colors, same rustling, same gentle sway. But from earth, looking up, a tree is hopeful; it might be touching the sky. From above, looking down, you can see--it's stuck in the dust, just like us.”

“We're merely one tree with various types, shapes and sizes of leaves that all wave differently in the breeze”

“People here had redwood trees in their backyards. You were never far from the infinite.”

“They rode out together from the shadows of the trees, leaving the Bala Hissar and the glowing torch of the burning Residency behind them, and spurred away across the flat lands towards the mountains...And it may even be that they found their Kingdom.”

“Combing her thoughts, yanking them into a pigtail.”