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

- Katherine Catmull

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.(f…

- Katherine Catmull

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 …

- Katherine Catmull

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

- Katherine Catmull

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 thoug…

- Katherine Catmull