Mr. Jamrach led me through the lobby and into the menagerie. The first was a parrot room, a fearsome screaming place of mad round eyes, crimson breasts that beat against bars, wings that flapped against their neighbours, blood red, royal… — Carol Birch Copy Share Image
Storytelling strengthens the imagination. To imagine is to envision, to see with the inward eye. This ability to imagine is the basis of all creativity. Creativity is being able to see beyond what is readily apparent. It is seeing a… — Carol Birch Copy Share Image
“I always knew I'd be a sailor. In my cradle, playing with my toes, I knew it. What else could there have been? The… — Carol Birch Copy Share Image
It was the first smile of my life. Of course, that is a ridiculous thing to say; I had been smiled at often, the… — Carol Birch Copy Share Image
It’s one of the things I love about the sea, the way you can see weather afar. It’s like looking at the future. — Carol Birch Copy Share Image
Mr. Jamrach led me through the lobby and into the menagerie. The first was a parrot room, a fearsome screaming place of mad round… — Carol Birch Copy Share Image
There's no way out of this, it's stark: live or die. Every given moment a bubble that bursts. Step on, from one to the… — Carol Birch Copy Share Image
Storytelling strengthens the imagination. To imagine is to envision, to see with the inward eye. This ability to imagine is the basis of all… — Carol Birch Copy Share Image
“It was then I truly realised the whale is no more a fish than I am. So much blood. This was not like the… — Carol Birch Copy Share Image
