“That's how it is sometimes--
God comes to your window,
all bright light and black wings,
and you're just too tired to open it.”

“Sometimes you just have to jump out the window and grow wings on the way down.”

“Take that singing bird away!
It has too glad a lay
For an ear so lorn as mine!
And its wings are all too light,
And its feathers all too bright,
To rest in a bosom like mine!”

“Open the window of your mind. Allow the fresh air, new lights and new truths to enter.”

“The lights are much brighter there;
You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares and go
Downtown where all the lights are bright,
Downtown, waiting for you tonight,
Downtown, you're gonna be alright now.”

“O dream on your black wings
you come when I am sleeping.”

“He is outside of everything, and an alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.”

“You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.”

“Sometimes, certain of God's blessings arrive by shattering all the windows. (Brida)”

“If you're too open-minded; your brains will fall out.”