"I watched the early morning light pass over and through the windows of colored glass, leaving streaks of red and green and yellow on the stone floor. When I was little, I used to try and capture the colored light. I thought I could hold it in my hand and carry it home. Now I know it is like happiness-- it is there or it is not, you cannot hold it or keep it."

Source : Karen Cushman (2014). “Catherine, Called Birdy”, p.58, Pan Macmillan

Karen Cushman

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