“O friendship, how piercing are your darts - there, there, again there.”
“Friendship can turn into Love, but love cannot turn back into friendship again.”
“Again and again, the cicada’s untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth.”
“What else could I be? If I were a mono-thinker, I probably wouldn’t be an insomniac. How is a poly-thinker supposed to fall asleep, and more importantly, stay asleep, when thoughts just won’t stop darting! darting! darting! through my head?”
“O the joy of my spirit--it is uncaged--it darts like lightning!It is not enough to have this globe or a certain time,I will have thousands of globes and all time.”
“O friendship, I too will press flowers between the pages of Shakespeare's sonnets!”