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61 " It was closing in on midnight, the kind of midnight you only get on Uranus after a three day bender. Ultramarine fog reeking of ethanol and neon and some passing whore's rosewater. Snow piled up like bodies in tbhe street. Twenty-seven moons lighting up what ought to be a respectable witching hour so you can't help but see yourself staring back in every slick glowpink skyscraper. "
― Catherynne M. Valente , Radiance
62 " I began my life as a character in my father's films. "
63 " Mary's smile is a spotlight—whomever it lands upon becomes brighter, becomes more real.It lands upon us. "
64 " Not too much call for knowing the American gene spread on the snowball. "
65 " CHYTERA: [...] May I... May I ask? You wear a wedding ring, but on the wrong hand. Indulge my curiosity? ERASMO: She didn't want to get married. Doesn't mean I wasn't her husband. "
66 " And the funny, impish magic of a wrap party is that everyone still has scraps of their characters hanging off them like Salome’s veils, fluttering, fading, but not quite finished tangling the tongue and tripping the feet. You’re not in Wonderland anymore, but you positively reek of rabbit. "
67 " Comparatively, our private blunders are insignificant. Just part of the general pattern of human awfulness. We map our little disasters onto a beautiful picture of a great one, so that there’s continuity. So that there’s balance. We fail because we always fail. It’s not our fault. For evidence, see the paradise we lack. "
68 " And really, really, when you put a fairy tale together with grime and despair and industrial angst you get the Gothic, and that's where we live, Percy. "
69 " During the whole of that frozen, dark transit through the glittering, howling autumnal moorlands of the trans-Neptunian wastes, as the ice road hung thin and ragged as funeral curtains beyond the portholes, I had been keeping studiously to myself within the confines of our slim vessel as it passed through that singularly lonesome expanse of darkness and, whilst the blue and ghostly shades of morning at the edge of civilization roused the passengers, drew within site of the melancholy face of Pluto. "
70 " So I talk to the dead. They're the only ones who can see the whole story. All they've got is story. "
71 " You and I, we're no good at telling a story straight. It won't come off right. Like a dog reciting a sonnet. Impressive, but how much better to let him howl? "