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


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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


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We never really know what might be beside us or ahead, bust most days we walk as if we do.

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Katherine Catmull


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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 sea in her eyesss.
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Katherine Catmull


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She was only half Bird now, and the other half song. She liked it that way.

Katherine Catmull

Mots clés song bird half



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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 had begun to hate them. She hated them for making her feel so wretched, when she should be happiest. That happens sometimes.

Katherine Catmull

Mots clés hate sad cruelty birds broken



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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 care. I ran away from Summer, and I will make my own castle. I will be my own queen.

Katherine Catmull

Mots clés hurt castle queen caring



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And I love everything on this changing, burning earth, but I am most grateful to you.

Katherine Catmull

Mots clés love earth gratefulness



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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 not the good kind either.

Katherine Catmull

Mots clés art dancing human magic witches birds puppets dances



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The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and for a minute you feel a happy pain, but you don't know why. Bird felt like that.

Katherine Catmull

Mots clés music song forgetting birds



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