The Boy Who Lost Fairyland Quotes

“English loves to stay out all night dancing with other languages, all decked out in sparkling prepositions and irregular verbs. It is unruly and will not obey—just when you think you have it in hand, it lets down its hair along with a hundred nonsensical exceptions.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“Oh, September. My best girl. I shall tell you an awful, wonderful, unhappy, joyful secret: It is like that for everyone. One day you wake up and you are grown. And on the inside, you are no older than the last time you thought Wouldn't it be lovely to be all Grown-Up right this second?”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“It is not so easy to always remember who you are.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“Every person draws a map that shows themselves at the center. But that does not mean that no other countries exist.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“Everybody's strange everywhere. Most of the trick of being a social animal is pretending you're not. But who do you fool? Nobody worth talking to.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“A story is a map of the world. A gloriously colored and wonderful map, the sort one often sees framed and hanging on the wall in a study full of plush chairs and stained-glass lamps: painstakingly lettered, researched down to the last pebble and participle, drawn with dash and flair, with cloud-goddesses in the corners and giant squid squirming up out of the sea...[T]here are more maps in the world than anyone can count. Every person draws a map that shows themselves at the center.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“Tamburlaine's house seemed more a place where books kept their people than where people kept their books.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“Some small ones learn to stitch together a Coat of Scowls or a Scarf of Jokes to hide their Hearts. Some hammer up a Fort of Books to protect theirs.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“She's an old woman possessed of great powers--but aren't all old women possessed of great powers? Occupational hazard, I think.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“Rules are for those who can't think of a better way.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“A choice is like a jigsaw puzzle, darling troll. Your worries are the corner pieces, and your hopes are the edge pieces, and you, Hawthorn, dearest of boys, are the middle pieces, all funny-shaped and stubborn. But the picture, the picture was there all along, just waiting for you to get on with it.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“A map shows maybes.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“Where human children have years and years in which to grow their hearts and learn to live with them while staying safe from all the troubles a heart hauls with it, a Changeling starts out raw and red and full of longing. Some small ones learn to stitch together a Coat of Scowls r s SCarf of Jokes to hide their Hearts. Some hammer up a Fort of Books to protect theirs. Some walk around naked, though no one can see it but you and I.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“I'm not afraid of you!' The wombat yelled. 'I saw you get stuck in the washing machine once. Round and round you went! Who's afraid of something that can't defeat a rinse cycle?”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“Don't worry, my little lump of rock. Everybody gets a chance to choose. Or else where would irony come from?”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“We make our worlds of stranger stuff: We choose people who do not annoy us, places of green or glass and steel that feel as alive and necessary as our brothers and sisters, houses in which everything has a place, rules such as Do Not Take Things That Aren’t Yours Unless No One Is Looking and Good Things Happen to Good People and A Year Is 365 Days are agreed upon, even when they aren’t true, perhaps especially so.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“It's a secret and if you tell a secret the secret comes alive and can never be kept safe at home again.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“Do you remember being born? Only a few can say they do and not be caught immediately in the lie, and most of them are wizards. I, of course, remember it perfectly. Certain benefits are granted to narrators as part of the hiring package, to compensate for our irregular hours and unsafe working conditions.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“A thing too familiar becomes invisible.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“Where human children have years and years in which to grow their hearts and learn to live with them while staying safe from all the troubles a heart hauls with it, a Changeling starts out raw and red and full of longing. Some small ones learn to stitch together a Coat of Scowls or a Scarf of Jokes to hide their Hearts. Some hammer up a Fort of Books to protect theirs. Some walk around naked, though no one can see it but you and I.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“all children are required to attend School, which is like a party to which everyone forgot to bring punch, or hats, or fiddles, and none of the games have good prizes.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“It was not the house of someone who liked books. It did not have a well-stocked library. It was not even stuffed with books. Thomas could not see any part of the house that was not mostly book. Books rose from the floor to the ceiling in unruly, tottering towers. Books held up tables and chairs—and sat in the chairs, at the tables, as though quite ready for supper to be served, so long as supper was more books. They sprawled over the dining table like a feast of many colors. Books climbed the stairs, ran up and down the hallways, curled up before the fireplace, were wedged into the cabinets beside cups and saucers, held open doors and locked them shut. They left no room on the sofa to sit, nor in the kitchen to stand, nor on the floor to lie down. Books had already taken every territory and occupied it.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“This time I shall not lead you into a new corner of the house of the world. We know it so well by now, after all. We know where the Fairies live and where the shadows fall, where the cobwebs really ought to be cleaned up if anyone ever gets around to it, where a window is loose, where a door creaks. We are annoyed by the stove that will not light, by the weeds in the garden, by that ungodly mess in the closet. A thing too familiar becomes invisible.

It is time for us to Go Out.

But do not fear, even if it is colder outside than you might prefer, if Spring has once again been rudely tardy, if the trees only have a breath of green at their tips like a fine lady's jade rings, if the sun is pale and high and makes you squint, if the wind, for there is always wind, bites and pierces deep. Tug up your best coat round your neck and tie your longest scarf tight. You may hold my hand if you like. I promise, it is good for your health to step outside the house of the world. After all, we are not going far.

Only so far as the mailbox.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“Still life is boring. Never stand still! Jumping bean life!”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“Where I come from, some people wear fine suits just to ride on an Aeroplane - I suspect they think if they impress it enough it will be sure to carry them safely.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“Sometimes, magic is like that. It lands on your head like a piano, a stupid, ancient, unfunny joke, and you spend the rest of your life picking sharps and flats out of your hair.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“I shall be as brave as a my Toad, he thought, for my Toad never hides under the bed when she is afraid of lightning or bats. She sticks out her tongue and eats them.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“Now, in the Kingdom of School, to be asked into another child's room is like being asked inside their heart.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“everything in the world is a boxing match in your heart, between Boldness and Not-Boldness. You let them holler inside you and wallop each other with Arguments For and Against. Then you end by betting on one or the other and that’s how things get decided.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“It's funny, you know, they're always telling me to be a man, take it like a man, act like a man, like they're afraid if they don't keep reminding me I'll grow up to be a centaur or a dining room table, like they know, somehow, that I'm not a man, like it's a spell they can cast, if they say it enough I'll be tricked into being a man forever."
..."Yes." Tamburlaine nodded. "They always say: be a lady, speak like a lady, behave like a little lady, that's not very ladylike, is it, dear?"
"Well, I won't be a man, or take anything like one or act like one!" The troll inside him rubbed his hands gleefully, crackling with anticipation.
"Come on, then... Don't let's be men, or ladies either. Don't let's act like them or behave like them or speak like them!”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland