Catherynne M. Valente Quotes About Home

Quotes about: Home

• Wishes of one's old life wither and shrivel like old leaves if they are not replaced with new wishes when the world changes. And the world always changes. Wishes get slimy, and their colors fade, and soon they are just mud, like all the rest of the mud, and not wishes at all, but regrets. The trouble is, not everyone can tell when they ought to launder their wishes. Even when one finds oneself in Fairyland and not at home at all, it is not always so easy to remember to catch the world in it's changing and change with it.

  Catherynne M. Valente

  Regret, Home, Color

  Catherynne M. Valente (2014). “The Fairyland Series”, p.75, Feiwel & Friends

• When one is traveling, everything looks brighter and lovelier. That does not mean it IS brighter and lovelier; it just means that sweet, kindly home suffers in comparison to tarted-up foreign places with all their jewels on.

  Catherynne M. Valente

  Sweet, Home, Mean

  Catherynne M. Valente (2011). “The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making”, p.50, Macmillan

• The old order, it is good for the old. A farmer wants his son to be afraid of beautiful women, so that he will not leave home too soon, so he tells a story about how one drowned his brother’s cousin’s friend in a lake, not because he was a pig who deserved to be drowned, but because beautiful women are bad, and also witches. And it doesn’t matter that she didn’t ask to be beautiful, or to be born in a lake, or to live forever, or to not know how men breathe until they stop doing it.

  Catherynne M. Valente

  Beautiful, Cousin, Brother

• When little ones say they want to go home, they almost never mean it. They mean they are tired of this particular game and would like to start another.

  Catherynne M. Valente

  Home, Tired, Mean

  Catherynne M. Valente (2014). “The Fairyland Series”, p.234, Macmillan

• I have terrible nightmares, you know. Every night when I come home from a long day’s dying, I take off my skin and lay it nicely on my armoire. I take off my bones and hang them up on the hatstand. I set my scythe to washing on the old stove. I eat a nice supper of mouse-and-myrrh soup. Some nights I drink off a nice red wine. White does not agree with me. I lay myself down on a bed of lilies and still, I cannot sleep.

  Catherynne M. Valente

  Nice, Home, Wine

  Catherynne M. Valente (2014). “The Fairyland Series”, p.175, Feiwel & Friends

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