She was only half Bird now, and the other half song. She liked it that way.
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and for a minute you feel a happy pain, but you don't know why. Bird felt like that.
We never really know what might me beside us or ahead, but most days we walk as if we do
...said Finn...“Only remember, Clare. In a dream, what you want will come out, one way or the other. ”“So . . . So I should be careful about what I want, then, right?”“No, you can’t be careful with wh...
Seeing is 'making,' whether you see with your mind or your true self. Try to see with your self, your self and your beast together, and not your busy, frightened mind.
Finn said, “You feel the wind is a bully, beating you. But that is your seeing. That is your story, not the wind’s. To a bird who rides it, that wind is only a kind hand. Because the bird rides the wi...
And I love everything on this changing, burning earth, but I am most grateful to you.
Have I heard all the stories I need to hear?" she asked, stupidly. But he answered as if it were a good question."No, you haven't. But you don't have time to hear any more from me. So listen for stori...
Well, I don't care," said Bird out loud, said Bird, who cared so much that she couldn't bear to touch the hurt. "I don't care. I ran away from Summer, and I will make my own castle. I will be my own q...
She wasn't a cruel Bird. But her heart ached so badly for these sad, broken birds that, just as the Puppeteer had planned, she had begun to hate them. She hated them for making her feel so wretched, w...
On one of the right-side-up pages show wrote, with some difficulty, Know what roots know: there is only one tree.
You don't drown because you can't breathe. You drown because you try to breathe what is not breathable.
A nursery rhyme shapes your bones and nerves, and it shapes your mind. They are powerful, nursery rhymes, and immensely old, and not toys, even though they are for children." "But they make no sense!"...
That is what I love best about dreams, and about makings, good makings. They are folded-up buds of complications and mysteries, and if you stay with them patiently, they will unfold and unfold, and ne...
