“As birds' wings beat the solid air without which none could fly so words freed by the imagination affirm reality by their flight.”

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

“Because these wings are no longer wings to fly But merely vans to beat the airThe air which is now thoroughly small and drySmaller and dryer than the willTeach us to care and not to careTeach us to sit still”

“So rapid is the flight of dreams upon the wings of imagination.”

“It has thrown off its disguise as a meal and has revealed itself to me for what it is, a large dead bird. I'm eating a wing. It's the wing of a tame turkey, the stupidest bird in the world, so stupid it can't even fly any more. I am eating lost flight.”

“The birds fly south for the winter not because it’s cold, but because they have wings. Similarly, love has the ultimate flight pattern, and that pattern is plaid.”