“If the birds sing, the nudes are not far off.”
“The caged bird sings with a fearful trill,of things unknown, but longed for still, and his tune is heard on the distant hill, for the caged bird sings of freedom.”
“My heart is like a singing bird.”
“The calls of birds and the traces left by wolves to mark off their territories are no less forms of language than the sings of humans. What is distinctively human is not the capacity for language. It is the crystallisation of language in writing.”
“I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.”
“His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.”