“If I had the wings of a swan, over these stony hills I would fly. I would fly to the arms of my true love, and there I'd be happy to die.”

“Can I love someone...and still think/fly? Love is flying, sown, floating. Thought is solitary flight, beating wings.”

“Sparks are warm while they last.”

“For there's sweeter restOn a truelove's breastThan any other where.”

“After the waitress left, I rounded on him. “what, can’t I eat food?”“you could. Probably five or six whole bites before you had to purge it. your digestive track has been altered. Pretend to drink your hot chocolate.”I slouched lower in the booth, my arms over my chest. “but I really like food. It’s the best part about being here in this world.”

“When hawks cry, time to fly.”

“The rest are ruined. No fumbling drunk in my bed would top what I'd just felt.”