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“Long before the stars died the birds began to sing - cool rippling doves, loud cheery starlings, the long lilting trills of warblers and thrushes.”
― Mike Bond, The Last Savanna

“Ruffian magpies and crows squabbled shrilly in the swaying tree by my window. Then, unbeknownst to me, a tiny starling with its astral plumage came closer still and made its resonant point with greater subtlety.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Perhaps the corollary would be just as good an opening for a tale; not "long ago, when animals could speak," but "Long ago, when people could listen.”
― Lyanda Lynn Haupt, Mozart's Starling

“But the earth and its beings are extravagantly wild, full of unexpected wonders. It is time to turn from our textbooks and listen to the birds themselves.”
― Lyanda Lynn Haupt, Mozart's Starling

“But in the bare practical outlines, we are two writers, sitting at our desks, with starlings on our shoulders”
― Lyanda Lynn Haupt, Mozart's Starling

“While I wandered the dreamy quiet of St. Marx Friedhof, it was the Requiem that swirled through my head. But when I set my chestnut on the gray concrete that had to stand in for Star's tiny, forgotten grave, it was the wild, swirling cadenzas from A Musical Joke that filled my mind and heart. Even more than his poem, this flight of musical fancy was Mozart's truest elegy for his small friend, the commonest of birds who could never have known that he was joining with a musical genius in the highest purpose of creative life: to disturb us out of complacency; to show us the wild, imperfect, murmuring harmony of the world we inhabit; to draw our own lives into the song.”
― Lyanda Lynn Haupt, Mozart's Starling

“We are two blackbirds, connected by the wings. She's the only one I have left, the only one who can light up the dark and chase my nightmares away.”
― Amanda Linsmeier, Starlings

“I push away the questions. I don't look for frightening things anymore. Except somewhere, in the deepest recesses of my bones, I feel like they still look for me.”
― Amanda Linsmeier, Starlings

“It is entirely possible that you get unpredictable behavior out of predictable rules.”
― Frank Heppner

“As they proceeded there, black wings thudded in sudden unison, and a flock of birds flew up as they might from a ploughed field, still shaped like it, like an old map that still served new territory, and wrinkled away in the air.”
― Eudora Welty, The Optimist's Daughter

“I waited so eagerly for Carmen to mimic back the concerto's motif. Now I see that she has been calling out something much bigger, much more vital; she has been singing back the song of life, all of life, all the time.”
― Lyanda Lynn Haupt, Mozart's Starling

“In the midst of all the blurring misinformation, confusion, conflict, and polluted thoughts, all I could hear were the tinnitus sounds of the seven trumpets humming in divine orchestration and the murmurations of starlings. It was the song of silence, the song of songs.”
― Rajinder Jhol, Shine

“She must miss him, doesn't she?
Doesn't the whole world?
Sometimes when it rains, I imagine it as the earth crying for him.”
― Amanda Linsmeier

“...why would you hurt me so much?"
"Because you still have fight in you. I want you broken.”
― Amanda Linsmeier, Starlings