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“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

“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

“Funniest thing about love, how it shakes loose when no one's looking. How the dark helps it along. Maybe that's why we dug caves so much, way back when.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Speak Easy

“You're nothing but the furious invention of my virgin nights.”
― Angela Carter, Heroes and Villains