Sometimes sense hides behind walls. You must find a window and stick your head right in before you can see it. Katherine Catmull More Quotes by Katherine Catmull More Quotes From Katherine Catmull We never really know what might be beside us or ahead, but most days we walk as if we do. Katherine Catmull walks knows might 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.(from uncorrected galley) Katherine Catmull flames grief sea 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 Ben. "Sometimes sense hides behind walls. You must find a window and stick your head right in before you can see it. Katherine Catmull wall summer children 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 dancer artist bird
