I believe we have an utterly unique specimen on our hands: a child who listens.
Catherynne M. ValenteThese are the folk who may pass into the kingdom of heaven: the grief-stricken, lovers, scholars of a certain obsessive disposition. Brute beasts. Women who have become as men and men who have become as women. Writers of books with long titles. Only those knights who have failed to touch the Grail. Industrious women. You, and I, and a boy named Oleg, and a girl with blue hair.
Catherynne M. ValenteWhen little ones say they want to go home, they almost never mean it. They mean they are tired of this particular game and would like to start another.
Catherynne M. ValenteThatโs what happens to friends, eventually. They leave you. Itโs practically what theyโre for.
Catherynne M. Valente