“And the air was full of the smell of burning bridges.”

“Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.”

“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.”

“One if the hardest things in life to learn are which bridges to cross and which bridges to burn.”

“The air was cold and smelled of earth. Birds twittered. “Beyond one or two hundred years back,” Havig once said to me, “the daytime sky is always full of wings.””

“The air was heavy with the smell of leather and dust, of old parchment and binding glue. It smelled of secrets.”

“And then what?"
"I'll burn that bridge when I cross it.”

“great men burn bridges before they come to them”

“Now, the smoke fills the air
In this honky-tonk bar.
And I'm thinking 'bout where I'd rather be.
But I burned all my bridges;
I sank all my ships.
And I'm stranded at the edge of the sea.”

“The hardest thing to learn in life is which bridge to cross and which to burn.”