There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.

Poetry isn't like any writing I've ever heard before. I don't understand all of it, just bits of images, sentences that appear half-finished, all fluttering together like brightly colored ribbons in the wind.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tyson pounding the Earthborn into the ground like a game of whack-a-mole. Ella was fluttering above him, dodging missiles and calling out advice: "The groin. The Earthborn's groin is sensitive.

The elusive nature of love... it can be such a fleeting thing. You see it there and it's just fluttering and it's gone.