“But when you find your soul, you have to go. When you find your true shape, when the wind lifts you up, when you remember who you are, you have to go.” — Katherine Catmull Copy Share Image
We never really know what might be beside us or ahead, but most days we walk as if we do. — Katherine Catmull Copy Share
“The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some… — Katherine Catmull Copy Share
“But when you find your soul, you have to go. When you find your true shape, when the wind lifts you up, when you… — Katherine Catmull Copy Share
“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… — Katherine Catmull Copy Share
“We never really know what might be beside us or ahead, bust most days we walk as if we do. (from uncorrected galley)” — Katherine Catmull Copy Share
“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… — Katherine Catmull Copy Share
“Have I heard all the stories I need to hear?" she asked, stupidly. But he answered as if it were a good question. "No,… — Katherine Catmull Copy Share
“A map is a song. It's different when different people sing it. . .You will make this your own song, sing it your own way.” — Katherine Catmull Copy Share
A nursery rhyme shapes your bones and nerves, and it shapes your mind. They are powerful, nursery rhymes, and immensely old, and not toys,… — Katherine Catmull Copy Share
“She was only half Bird now, and the other half song. She liked it that way.” — Katherine Catmull Copy Share
In her dance, she controlled the bright paper birds with invisible wires and threads. She played the human: heavy, tied to earth. Her dances… — Katherine Catmull Copy Share
Sometimes sense hides behind walls. You must find a window and stick your head right in before you can see it. — Katherine Catmull Copy Share
The pinpoint flame of anger and grief becomes a hot needle, then a hot knife.It melts the frost that binds her lips.It melts the… — Katherine Catmull Copy Share
“We never really know what might me beside us or ahead, but most days we walk as if we do” — Katherine Catmull Copy Share
“And I love everything on this changing, burning earth, but I am most grateful to you.” — Katherine Catmull Copy Share
