“She was only half Bird now, and the other half song. She liked it that way.”
“When she was done whispering in the mike and being cute as hell, they'd sing a song half in English and half in French and drive all the phonies in the place mad with joy.”
“What’s more, you’re loads better than you think you are.”“So why is it I get to thinking that way?” I puzzled.“That’s because you’re only half-living.” she said briskly. “The other half is still untapped somewhere.”
“What she wants to say has to do not only with joy but with the penetrating, constant fear that is joy's other half.”
“When a person is only half an ass like me, and not a complete one, she senses certain things.”
“O lyric love! half angel half bird”