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“I said: I could be a wolf for you. I could put my teeth on your throat. I could growl. I could eat you whole. I could wait for you in the dark. I could howl against your hair.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams

“In my mind I know the name of an ocean the size of everything that was. My mouth can only call it death.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams

“Watching a film was like being a voyeur, living vicariously.”
― Angela Carter, The Magic Toyshop

“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