你永遠不能擁有太多的天空。你可以在天空下睡去，醒來又沉醉。在你憂傷的時候，天空會給你安慰。可是憂傷太多，天空不夠。蝴蝶也不夠，花兒也不夠。大多數美的東西都不夠。於是，我們取我們所能取，好好地享用。
大流士 ，不喜歡上學的他，有時很傻，幾乎是個笨人，今天卻說了一句聰明的話，雖然大多數日子他什麼都不說。大流士，喜歡用爆竹，用碰過老鼠的小棍子去追逐女孩，還以為自己很了不起的他，今天卻指著天空，因為那裡有滿天的雲朵，像枕頭樣的雲朵。
你們都看到那朵雲了，那朵胖乎乎的雲了？大流士說，看到了？哪裡？那朵看起來像爆米花的旁邊的那朵。那邊那朵。看，那是上帝。大流士說。上帝？有個小點的問道。上帝。他說。簡潔地說。
You ever have too much sky. You fall asleep and wake up drunk on sky, and sky keep you safe when you are sad. Here there is too much sadness and not enough sky. Butterflies too are few and so are flowers and most things that are beautiful. Still, we take what we get and make the best of it.
Darius, who doesn''t like school, who is sometimes stupid and mostly a fool, said something wise today, though most days he says nothing. Darius, who chases girls with firecrackers or a stick that touched a rat and thinks he''s tough, today pointed up because the world was full of clouds, the kind like pillows.
You all see that cloud, that fat ohere? Darius said, See that? Where? That oo the ohat look like pop. That ohere. See that. That''s God, Darius said. God?somebody little asked. God, he said, and made it simple.