“What now if the sky were to fall?”

“Dusk falls. There is nothing gentle
about the sky.”

“More stars fall from the loosened sky.”
Pluraque laxato ceciderunt sidera caelo.

“The best sky was in Italy and Spain and northern Michigan in the fall and in the fall in the Gulf off Cuba.”

“Some people fall in love and touch the sky. Some people fall in love and find quicksand.”

“When the sky’s falling, I take shelter under bullshit.”

“The sky is a-going to fall, I must go and tell the King.”

“This is not like the water that falls from the sky, without knowing exactly why.”

“She wears trouble like a crown. If she ever falls in love, she’ll fall like a comet, burning the sky as she goes.”

“The sky was pure opal now.”