Comfort Me with Apples Quotes

“Is she happy? She doesn’t understand. She has never considered it. It is possible to be so entirely happy you never ask the question. She is a full glass submerged in water. Neither nor both full and empty. The inquiry, though kind, has no meaning for her.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Comfort Me With Apples

“Why…” Sophia raises her eyes to the ceiling, searching for a divinity that is not there, not for her. Her eyes fill up with hopelessness. She asks a question older than day and night. “Why doesn’t He love me like He loves you?” Tears fall down her perfect face. “Why does He let you do this? Why won’t He tell you to stop?”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Comfort Me With Apples

“...Sophia fully and truly thinks she will die. The sound of it is a knife, if a knife could kiss, and the kiss could turn the color of morning...

... Yet it contains a perfection that is twin to pain.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Comfort Me with Apples

“Be a good neighbor and you will have good neighbors”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Comfort Me With Apples

“But it feels so good to be held, it feels so good to be spoken to like she is capable and wise, to hear her life gain weight, fed by Cascavel. Fed by being seen.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Comfort Me With Apples

“12. Suffering of any kind is and shall be considered - contraband.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Comfort Me with Apples

“alive and warm and real and in gross violation of her HOA contract.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Comfort Me With Apples

“Why doesn’t He love me like He loves you?” Tears fall down her perfect face. “Why does He let you do this? Why won’t He tell you to stop?”
Adam picks awkwardly at the piecrust. “I was made in His image,” the primordial man says softly. Then he giggles. “You were made from my eye!”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Comfort Me with Apples

“You’re so perfectly lovely and perfectly good and perfectly sweet as a perfect orange.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Comfort Me with Apples

“I see,” Cascavel says with real comfort in the margins of his voice. “I see.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Comfort Me with Apples

“You are happy, aren’t you? Aren’t you?”

“Yes, my darling,” Sophia sighs, and she is not lying. Not yet.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Comfort Me with Apples