Probably the closest things to perfection are the huge absolutely empty holes that astronomers have recently discovered in space. If there's nothing … - Richard Brautigan

There are seductions that should be in the Smithsonian Institute, right next to The Spirit of St. Louis.

Everything smelled of sheep. The dandelions were suddenly more sheep than flower, each petal reflecting wool and the sound of a bell ringing off the yellow. But the thing that smelled the most like sheep, was the sun itself. When the sun went behind a cloud, the smell of sheep decreased, like standing on some old guy's hearing aid, and when the sun came back again, the smell of the sheep was loud, like a clap of thunder inside a cup of coffee.

All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds.