His thumb on glass, he could see on the screen before him its print, in black and white rivulets, in swirls; it dripped wings outward as his thumb was rotated on the glass. He stared at it. His hand was allowed to drop to his side. In every cocoon there’s a butterfly, he heard himself thinking.
“Being an ornithologist does not mean you must also be a bird.” —James Kincaid
“California deserves whatever it gets. Californians invented the concept of lifestyle. This alone warrants their doom.” —Don DeLillo, White Noise
“I want to know God’s thoughts; the rest are details.” —Albert Einstein