“He felt, though, that if love was the desire to possess someone, it was in reality the poor substance of self-love. It seemed to him that a greater, truer love was the desire to open a cage – be it made of iron bars or the bones of tormented injustice – and set the nightbird free.”

“He felt, though, that if love was the desire to possess someone, it was in reality the poor substance of self-love. It seemed to him that a greater, truer love was the desire to open a cage – be it made of iron bars or the bones of tormented injustice – and set the nightbird free.”

— Robert R. McCammon