“If you feel the urge, don't be afraid to go on a wild goose chase. What do you think wild geese are for anyway?”

“Why do you lead me a wild-goose chase?”

“That's what he got for neglecting his work to go on wild-goose chases to impress a girl”

“No more I do, your Majesty. But what's that got to do with it? I might as well die on a wild goose chase as die here.”

“If you buy an egg thinking it's a goose's egg, and when it hatches it is actually a bird of paradise; no manner of convincing and reproach will turn the bird of paradise into a goose. Even if you make it go to goose church and goose school and eat goose feeds and only hang out with geese! In the end, it will still belong to paradise.”

“Being tame is what we're taught: ... put the crayons back, stay in line, don't talk too loud, keep your knees together, nice girls don't...As you might know, nice girls DO, and they like to feel wild and alive. Being tame feels safe, being wild, unsafe. Yet safety is an illusion anyway. We are not in control. No matter how dry and tame and nice we live, we will die. And we will suffer along the way. Living wild is its own reward.”