Hayla

“The kind of hope I have doesn’t begin and end with demanding everything go back to the way it was when it can’t, it can’t ever, that’s not how time works.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Past Is Red

“She listens, and I wish I could give her a little gold trophy for it, but I can’t, because of all the things Fuckwits gave trophies for, they never thought listening like nothing exists but time and words was half as important as losing a volleyball tournament.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Past Is Red

“A man’s voice filled up my head from my jawbone up to the plates of my skull. The most beautiful and saddest voice that ever was... A voice like the whole old world calling up from the bottom of the sea. The man on Madeline Brix’s tape was saying he was happy, and he hoped I was happy, too.”
― Catherynne M. Valente

“All I know is that I'm a helpless hunk of helpful horse manure looking in your eye saying Help me”
― Jack Kerouac, Big Sur