Still, when all is said, somewhere one must belong: even the soaring falcon returns to its master's wrist.

I told you: you can make yourself love anybody.

I guess if you're that thin and that small you don't need to take up too much space or breathe that much air. You just keep on going.

Gasping for breath, the body still battling for life.

It's worth your life to order an omelette in most restaurants. You never know what you're going to get.

I couldn't understand a sense of unease that multiplied until I could hear my heart beating.

think of nothing things think of wind