His wings were failing, but he refused to fall without a struggle.
Complacency is a state of mind that exists only in retrospective: it has to be shattered before being ascertained.
Let all of life be an unfettered howl.
At eight, he had once told his mother that he wanted to paint air.
Readers are not sheep, and not every pen tempts them.
When I receive a new novel from a hopeful publisher - "hoping that I like the book as much as he does" - I check first of all how much dialog there is, and if it looks too abundant or too sustained, I shut the book with a bang.