No bird in a cage ever speaks. What is there to say? The sky is everywhere, churning above its head, blue and endless, calling out to it. But the caged bird can't answer anything except 'I cannot'.

It is scary, sometimes, Tomas admitted. But the scary bits are what make you brave.

Strange how love coexists with hate, how they render eachother mute, how the swilling of them together makes a new and softer, sympathetic thing.

Let me fly, let me see things that are hidden from other eyes.

There is nothing that is more beautiful than everything else in the world.

Words on the page are never prisoners of the page

Affection makes fools. Always, without exception, love digs a channel that's sooner or later flooded by the briny water of despair.