Catherynne Valente Pillows

As seen in, “The Past is Red.”

Sisyphus got a day pass (from “L’Espirit de L’Escalier”, available on Tor.com).

As seen in, “The Past is Red.”

Secret milkshakes, not secret handshakes.

The finest sidekick in Fourpenny Woods.

There’s a woman outside of Sheridan and she is eating the sin of America.

Calliope knit this sweater for Eurydice (from “L’Espirit de L’Escalier”, available on Tor.com).

Rest soundly.

Rest soundly.

‘’It should positively vibrate with laughing at comedies and sobbing at tragedies, it should echo with gasps as decent ladies glimpse indecent things and indecent ladies stumble upon secret and scandalous decencies! A Library should not shush; it should roar!”

#relationshipgoals

Absolute Heroes.

Absolute Hero.

"Life is beautiful and life is stupid. This is, in fact, widely regarded as a universal rule not less inviolable than the Second Law of Thermodynamics, the Uncertainty Principle, and No Post on Sundays. As long as you keep that in mind, and never give more weight to one than the other, the history of the galaxy is a simple tune with lyrics flashed on-screen and a helpful, friendly bouncing disco ball of all-annihilating flames to help you follow along." - Catherynne M. Valente, "Space Opera"

How are we going to put ‘gendersplat’ on a personnel form?

Absolute Heroes.

A campaign we can all believe in: Blunderbuss for president.

Absolute Heroes.

Everyone’s favorite scrap yarn combat wombat!

In a galaxy near you, 2025.

Absolute Heroes.

Absolute Heroes.

“Stories have a way of changing faces. They are unruly things, undisciplined, given to delinquency and the throwing of erasers. This is why we must close them up into thick, solid books, so they cannot get out and cause trouble.”

“I'm not lost, because I haven't any idea where to go that I might get lost on the way to. I'd like to get lost, because then I'd know where I was going, you see.”

“When you are born,” the Rock said softly, “your courage is new and clean. You are brave enough for anything: crawling off of staircases, saying your first words without fearing that someone will think you are foolish, putting strange things in your mouth. But as you get older, your courage attracts gunk, and crusty things, and dirt, and fear, and knowing how bad things can get and what pain feels like. By the time you’re half-grown, your courage barely moves at all, it’s so grunged up with living. So every once in awhile, you have to scrub it up and get the works going, or else you’ll never be brave again.”