Kate

“Then, seeming to feel it was expected of her, she laid down her crochet, and delivered a gentle old-maidish dissertation on murder.”
― Agatha Christie, The Moving Finger

“Ancestors. Ghosts. Ghosts we're still married to even though we can't see so much as their shadows on the ground. We're no better than pieces on squares, in a game the past plays with the future.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Osmo Unknown and the Eightpenny Woods

“How dare they speak so unkindly of stories? Stories never did anything to them! Stories are only here to love you and look after you and show you a good time… Stories don’t even ask anything in return but not to have grape juice spilled on them, and, every once in a while, to be thought of fondly, years and years after you shut their covers.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Osmo Unknown and the Eightpenny Woods

“And feeling someone else's feelings...' Never replied softly. 'It's still lonely, but it's so much bigger than lonely. It's not hitting five people or one with the trolley but flying it off the tracks into the stars and sparing them all.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Osmo Unknown and the Eightpenny Woods