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“I carve stone. I've got hammers and chisels and I carve from sandstone. I just did a big mural of birds and trees.”

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Peter Weir is an Australian film director known for his unique narrative style and profound insights into Australian history. His works include 'Gallipoli', 'The Year of Living Dangerously', and 'The Last Wave'. more

“From whence it happens, that they which trust to books, do as they that cast up many little sums into a greater, without considering whether those little sums were rightly cast up or not; and at last finding the error visible, and not mistrusting their first grounds, know not which way to clear themselves; but spend time in fluttering over their books, as birds that entering by the chimney, and finding themselves enclosed in a chamber, flutter at the false light of a glass window, for want of wit to consider which way they came in.”

Source: The Ethics of Hobbes: As Contained in Selections from His Works

“Imagine, for example, birds. When they look out at the world, they have a sense that they are alive. If they are in pain, they can do something about it. If they have hunger or thirst, they can satisfy that. It's this basic feeling that there is life ticking away inside of you.”

Ifs World Looks Feelings Pain Can Do Alive Imagine Example Bird Hunger Thirst Can Do Something

Author:Antonio Damasio

“We waste days like mad blackbirds and pray for alcoholic nightsour silk-sick human smiles wrap around us like somebody else's confetti”

Humans Praying Waste Bird Sick Mad Alcoholics Wraps Silk Blackbirds Confetti

Book:The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993

Source: The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993

“Water, wind and birdsong were the echoes in this quiet place of a great chiming symphony that was surging around the world. Knee-deep in grasses and moon daisies, Stella stood and listened, swaying a little as the flowers and trees were swaying, her spirit voice singing loudly, though her lips were still, and every pulse in her body beating its hammer strokes in time to the song.”

Source: Gentian Hill

“I haven't written poetry in a long time but I read it and I miss it. It is so hard to write. So hard to finish, so hard to find the exact word to make it shine. In honor of my youth I will write a poem to finish this essay. It is spring in the Ozark Mountains. The yellow flowers are blooming and the birds wake me at dawn and last night five planets lined up by the moon in the western sky. If that doesn't inspire me to poetry what will?”

“They were lovebirds. They entertained each other endlessly with little gifts: sights worth seeing out the plane window, amusing or instructive bits from things they read, random recollections of times gone by. They were, I think, a flawless example of what Bokonon calls a duprass, which is a karass composed of only two persons.”

Thinking Littles Persons Two Bits Gone Seeing Example Bird Window Sight Planes Amusing Recollection Flawless Bokonon Times Gone By Lovebirds

Book:Cat's Cradle: A Novel

Source: Cat's Cradle: A Novel

“Through her, in microcosm, the wide earth sobbed. The starglobe sank in her; the colours faded. The death-dew rose and the wild birds in her breast climbed to her throat and gathered songless, hovering, all tumult, wing to wing, so ardent for those climes where all things end.”

Ends Earth Bird All Things Wings Rose Wide Colour Breasts Throat Dew Faded Ardent Microcosm Tumult Hovering Wild Birds

Book:Titus Groan

Source: Titus Groan

“First, I emptied the closets of your clothes, threw out the bowl of fruit, bruised from your touch, left empty the jars you bought for preserves. The next morning, birds rustled the fruit trees, and later when I twisted a ripe fig loose from its stem, I found it half eaten, the other side already rotting, or-like another I plucked and split open-being taken from the inside: a swarm of insects hollowing it. I'm too late, again, another space emptied by loss. Tomorrow, the bowl I have yet to fill.”

Source: Native Guard

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