“And I never felt more alive, until I spread my wings and flew away. Flew away with the ravens. It was then that I knew, knew that I was one of them, even though I was red. Red with blood… — The Red Raven Copy Share Image
“They were nothing but ravens—I knew that—what they thought of me could be a matter of no consequence—and yet when even a raven shouts after you, "What a hat!" "Oh, pull down your vest!" and that sort of thing, it… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
