Everyone Forgets Icarus Also Flew.

What We Feel Most Has No Name But Amber, Archers, Cinnamon, Horses And Birds.

I Had Lived All Of My Youthful Dreams, But I Couldn't Think Of Many Adult Ones. I Finally Realized That We Don't Have Many Dreams For Adults Because, Historically, People Have Always Died Much Younger Than They Do Today.

I Believe That Icarus Was Not Failing As He Fell, But Just Coming To The End Of His Triumph.

I Dream Of Lost Vocabularies That Might Express Some Of What We No Longer Can.

Fame Is A Lot Of Fun, But It's Not Interesting. I Loved Being Noticed And Praised, Even The Banquets. But They Didn't Have Anything That I Wanted. After About Six Months, I Found It Boring.