That’s what a map is, you know. Just a memory.
Catherynne M. ValenteShoes are funny beasts. You think they’re just clothes, but really, they’re alive. They want things. Fancy ones with gems want to go to balls, big boots want to go to work, slippers want to dance. Or sleep. Shoes make the path you’re on. Change your shoes, change your path.
Catherynne M. ValenteThat’s what happens to friends, eventually. They leave you. It’s practically what they’re for.
Catherynne M. ValenteTags: friendship
Omaha is no place for anybody.
Catherynne M. ValenteI believe we have an utterly unique specimen on our hands: a child who listens.
Catherynne M. ValenteShe liked anything orange: leaves; some moons; marigolds; chrysanthemums; cheese; pumpkin, both in pie and out; orange juice; marmalade. Orange is bright and demanding. You can't ignore orange things. She once saw an orange parrot in the pet store and had never wanted anything so much in her life. She would have named it Halloween and fed it butterscotch. Her mother said butterscotch would make a bird sick and, besides, the dog would certainly eat it up. September never spoke to the dog again — on principle.
Catherynne M. ValenteWishes of one's old life wither and shrivel like old leaves if they are not replaced with new wishes when the world changes. And the world always changes. Wishes get slimy, and their colors fade, and soon they are just mud, like all the rest of the mud, and not wishes at all, but regrets. The trouble is, not everyone can tell when they ought to launder their wishes. Even when one finds oneself in Fairyland and not at home at all, it is not always so easy to remember to catch the world in it's changing and change with it.
Catherynne M. ValenteHumanity lived many years and ruled the earth, sometimes wisely, sometimes well, but mostly neither.
Catherynne M. ValenteTags: humanity
Most everyone lived twice in those days. They echoed their own steps. They took one step in the real world and one in their space. They saw double, through eyes and monocle displays. They danced through worlds like veils.
Catherynne M. ValenteDo not ruin today with mourning tomorrow.
Catherynne M. ValenteTags: philosophy mindfulness present-moment
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