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
“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
