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Feeling bad about feeling bad was not significantly better than feeling bad in the first place.
Do I go in? No. I knock. Knocking is a thing people do.
“Mousebones?” “Aurk?” “Are you a he-raven or a she-raven?” “I am a raven,” said Mousebones, “and the rest is none of your business, as we’ll not be having eggs together.”
The old woman cackled, a really good cackle, the sort that you can only get if you are over the age of eighty and know how to drink.
Only the caterpillars seemed unbothered. Very few things bother a caterpillar.
In fairy tales, it was the kiss that woke the sleeping maiden. After her only experience with kissing, Gerta had been skeptical about that, but she certainly wasn’t now. A kiss like Janna’s could have brought back the dead. Corpses three days old would hop off the pyre if someone kissed them like that.
Parts of her that were born lonely, as all humans are born lonely, were suddenly gathered up and loved and made one with the herd.
“Are you a witch?” asked Janna. “No,” said the old woman, “I’m a Lutheran. But we’ll make do. My name’s Livli. Bring your friend inside.”
why did none of you tell me that I could fall in love with a girl, anyway?
“Words are like fish and you catch them and you get to keep them forever.”
There is nothing in the world so patient as a plant awaiting spring.
