Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams

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"And in her long nights, in her long house of smoke and miller's stones, she baked the bread we eat in dreams, strangest loaves, her pies full of anguish and days long dead, her fairy-haunted gingerbread, her cakes wet with tears."

Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams

"I got a heart like a half bottle of no-label whiskey.Nothing to brag on,but enough for you, and all your friends, too."

Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams

"And hell, sometimes the best thing is to put on a black dress and become a wicked stepmother. There’s power in that, if you’re after power."

Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams

"This is not a lie: Memory has the taste and texture of cooked meat. Eat it and live. Remember, but only what it is licit to remember.In Aerograd, the word for meat and memory are the same."

Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams

"Finally, she said: “I’m lonely” — it’s weird but you tell the wolves things, sometimes. You can’t help it, all these old wounds come open and suddenly you’re confessing to a wolf who never says anything back. She said: “I’m lonely,” and they ate her in the street."

Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams

"She walks into my life legs first, a long drink of water in the desert of my thirties. Her shoes are red; her eyes are green. She's an Italian flag in occupied territory, and I fall for her like Paris. She mixes my metaphors like a martini and serves up my heart tartare. They all do. Every time. They have to. It's that kind of story."

Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams

"I am here to tell youWe are all of us just as mighty as planets—and you too,We'll let you in, we've got stalwart to spare—But you might have to sleep on the floor."

Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams

"8. Santa Claus is concerned about the problem of Arctic ice. The ice is the spouse of the elves, and she is sick. She is the primary source of their magic, as the elves cannot be separated from the place where they live. For many years now, this is all they have asked for for Christmas: that the ice should come back"

Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams