Life is lived on the inside. What's outside doesn't matter.

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'.

Words on the page are never prisoners of the page

I want my life to be mystifying," she declared, although she didn't know what she meant.

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

I am dying: it's a beautiful word. Like the long slow sigh of the cello: dying. But the sound of it is the only beautiful thing about it.

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