Phoenix

“Change is the constant, the signal for rebirth, the egg of the phoenix.”

“First in the ranks see Joan of Arc advance, A virgin phoenix from her ashes risen.”

“When fame's loud trump hath blown its noblest blast, Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires.”

“Ask me no more if east or west And in your fragrant bosom dies.”

“And I said, I will perish with my nest, and I will multiply days as the phoenix. (Hebrew: chol).”

“The phoenix hope, can wing her way through the desert skies, and still defying fortune's spite; revive from ashes and rise.”

“In the sunrise … the Phoenix effect!?! Now what the heck does that mean: freaky after-image of a very freak dream … or harbinger of something worse?”

“You forget, fuzzy elf … I'm Phoenix. If I die it's only to be reborn — hopefully better and brighter than before.”

“The facts in my head, they're so jumbled up … I don't know anymore what's real and what isn't — what actually happened … what's a lie. But it doesn't matter. Because the clutter doesn't affect my emotional realities — perhaps, in turn, because the Phoenix by nature responds better to feelings than rationality. I know who I am — who I care for, who I don't — that's what matters. The rest I can take or leave.”

“A chattering crow lives out nine generations of aged men, outlive ten phoenixes.”

“Do not expect again a phoenix hour, Traced under trees by the eldritch light of sundown.”

“Hurry! We burn Wake in her warm nest of renaissance.”

“My mom was a phoenix who always expected to rise again from the ashes of her latest disaster. And in spite of her self-doubts, she had a very strong sense of who she was. She had a sense of self-worth. She loved being Judy Garland. Did she secretly long to be Frances Gumm Somebody, Minnesota housewife? Are you kidding? She'd have run off with a vaudeville troupe just the way my grandfather did.”

“Now I will believe At this hour reigning there.”