I found I quite enjoyed having you under the same roof. Being able to see you, hear your voice many times a day. I miss that.” His eyes locked on hers. “I miss you.

... he had learned from repeated error not to ignore these quiet proddings, whether of conscience or of God.

How foolish was the fox. How blind. To not see, not value the friendship, the affection, the trust the brown bird offered him.

How fast were you?" Wes asked me. I said, "Not that fast."
"You mean you couldn't... fly?" he said, smiling at me.

Okay," I said, "what's your biggest fear?"
As always, he took a second to think about the answer.
"Clowns," he said.
"Clowns."
"Yup."
I just looked at him.
"What?" he said, glancing over at me.
"That is not a real answer," I told him.
"Says who?"
"Says me. I meant a real fear, like of failure, of death, of regret. Like that. Something that keeps you awake nights, questioning your very existence."
He thought for a second. "Clowns.

All I could think was that right there, in ever passing second, was the future winding itself own. Never would forever, with all its meanings, be so clear and distinct as in the true, guaranteed end of the world.