“Inebriate of Air—am I— And Debauchee of Dew— Reeling—through endless summer days— From inns of Molten Blue— Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
“We are rooted to the air through our lungs and to the soil through our stomachs. We are walking trees and floating plants.John Burroughs
“May the warp be the white light of morning, May the weft be the red light of evening, May the fringes be the falling rain, May the border be the standing rainbow. Thus weave for us a garment of brightness. Anonymous: North American Indian
“I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed & that necessary. Margaret Atwood