But who names a starship the Icarus? What kind of man possess that much hubris, that he dares it to fall?

Thus, Marlowe posed the silent question: could aspiring Icarus be happy with a toilsome life on land managing a plough with plodding oxen having once tasted the weightless bliss of flight?

I am clumsy, drop glasses and get drunk on Monday afternoons. I read Seneca and can recite Shakespeare by heart, but I mess up the laundry, don’t answer my phone and blame the world when...

Love gives you wings. Icarus and the Challenger both had wings, and so did my first love letter, after I folded it up and flung it at my crush.

Like Achilles, the hero who forgot his heel, or like Icarus who, flying close to the sun, forgot that his wings were made of wax, we should be wary when triumphant ideas seem unassailable, for...

don’t fly too close to the sun,” Tess Calls. “you’ll burn the tips of your wings. Stay right with me. i’ll keep you safe.

Some upstarts always try to get closer to the source of creation by ascending to the source’s level. The story of Icarus is of course a parable about the folly of such an effort. Get...

Do I, then, belong to the heavens?Why, if not so, should the heavensFix me thus with their ceaseless blue stare,Luring me on, and my mind, higherEver higher, up into the sky,Drawing me ceaselessly upTo heights...