Still, when all is said, somewhere one must belong: even the soaring falcon returns to its master's wrist. — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
Say, will the falcon, stooping from above, Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove? Admires the jay the insect's gilded wings?… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Birds in flight fascinate me. I admire eagles and falcons. I’m inspired by a feather but also its color, its graphics, its… — Alexander McQueen Copy Share Image
[About reading Rachel Carson's Silent Spring, age 14, in the back seat of his parents' sedan. I almost threw up. I got… — Carl Safina Copy Share Image
