"Some
birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their
feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild.
So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed
them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you
that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first
place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is
that much more drab and empty for their
departure."
-
Stephen King
