We never really know what might be beside us or ahead, but most days we walk as if we do.

Sometimes sense hides behind walls. You must find a window and stick your head right in before you can see it.

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.