'I am Death, said the creature. 'I thought that was obvious.'

'But you're so small!'

'Only because you are small. You are young and far from your death, September, so I seem as anything would if you saw it from a long way off—very small, very harmless. But I am always close than I appear. As you grow I shall grow with you, until at the very end, I shall loom huge and dark over your bed, and you will shut your eyes so as not to see me.'

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The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making by Catherynne M. Valente 

As all mothers know, children travel faster than kisses. The speed of kisses is, in fact, what Doctor Fallow would call a cosmic constant. The speed of children has no limits.
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The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making by Catherynne M. Valente 

That’s what a map is, you know. Just a memory. Just a wish to go back home, someday, somehow.
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The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making by Catherynne M. Valente 

Cut a chrysalis open, and you will find a rotting caterpillar. What you will never find is that mythical creature, half caterpillar, half butterfly, a fit emblem of the human soul, for those whose cast of mind leads them to seek such emblems. No, the process of transformation consists almost entirely of decay.
- Pat Barker, Regeneration (via commovente)

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'Of course, one many have a number of other halves,” Nor grinned. 'We have always felt sorry for those who are forced to be only one person, forever and ever until they die. My brother and I are Neither/Nor, my sister and I are Not/Nor, and on and on the combinations go, sharing dreams and labor and life. We are halves, but we make an infinite whole'
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The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making by Catherynne M. Valente 

Whatever teaches us to talk to ourselves is important: whatever teaches us to sing ourselves out of despair. But the painting has also taught me that we can speak to each other across time…That life- whatever else it is- is short. That fate is cruel but maybe not random. That Nature (meaning Death) always wins but that doesn’t mean we have to bow and grovel to it. That maybe even if we’re not always so glad to be here, it’s our task to immerse ourselves anyway: wade straight through it, right through the cesspool, while keeping eyes and hearts open. And in the midst of our dying, as we rise from the organic and sink back ignominiously into the organic, it is a glory and a privilege to love what Death doesn’t touch.
- Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch  (via commovente)

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We all just keep moving, September. We keep moving until we stop.
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The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making by Catherynne M. Valente 

Do you remember the images from the poems I wrote? The way I was a deer, and you were the moon, the candy peaches, the mango strips? The way the light was—not angry or loving, but just there? Because all i want is to stay with you in this schroedinger’s cat relationship until the summer, when we can fall apart from each other and each into something new, like a gilt statue splitting down the middle, and each half sinking to the glittering bottom of a different swimming pool.
- Alex Manley, “All I Want,” published as part of Shabby Doll Genius (via twelvestepped)

(Source: bostonpoetryslam)

It is one of the peculiar truths of life that people often say things that they know full well are ridiculous. If someone asks you how you are, for example, you might automatically say ‘Fine, thank you,’ when in fact you have just failed an examination or been trampled by an ox.
- Lemony Snicket, The Slippery Slope (via lueoa)

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