I’ve always hated being looked at.
You must hurt, or be hurt.
His eyes are the color of honey. These are the eyes I remember from my dreams.
But you can build a future out of anything. A scrap, a flicker. The desire to go forward, slowly, one foot at a time. You can build an airy city out of ruins.
The sparrows jumped before they knew how to fly, and they learned to fly only because they had jumped.
The priests and the scientists are right about one thing: At our heart, at our base, we are no better than animals.