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!" Summer protested "Ah, well," said… — Katherine Catmull Copy Share Image
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 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“She was only half Bird now, and the other half song. She liked it that way.” — Katherine Catmull Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
![“In her dance, she controlled the bright paper birds with invisible wires and threads. She played the human: heavy, tied to earth. Her dances weren't pretty or delightful, but they were magical, [...] They called her a dancer and a puppeteer and an artist. They might have called her a witch, and…” quote by Katherine Catmull](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/74d/katherine-catmull-33506_artist_in-her-dance-she-controlled-the-bright-p_1312701.jpg)