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“They are talking about how we can't trust the faded women, women who can't be touched but can stand on the earth, which means they must be lying about something, they must be deceiving us somehow.”
― Carmen Maria Machado, Her Body and Other Parties: Stories

“I want to say, Don't bother asking me anything. I want to say, There is nothing underneath.”
― Carmen Maria Machado, Her Body and Other Parties: Stories

“The moral of that story, I think, is that being poor will kill you.”
― Carmen Maria Machado, Her Body and Other Parties: Stories

“BAD BLOOD": Stabler and Benson will never forget the case where solving the crime was so much worse than the crime itself.”
― Carmen Maria Machado, Her Body and Other Parties: Stories

“None of us will make it to the end.”
― Carmen Maria Machado, Her Body and Other Parties: Stories

“Then the not-memory washed away like a wet painting in a storm, and I was in the shower, shaking, and she was outside, losing me, and there was no way for me to tell her not to.”
― Carmen Maria Machado, Her Body and Other Parties: Stories

“Everything is soft, like a fresh oil painting.”
― Carmen Maria Machado, Her Body and Other Parties: Stories

“He wishes they were still floating safely in the unborn space, which he imagines to be grayish-blue, like the Atlantic, studded with star-like points of light, and thick as corn syrup.”
― Carmen Maria Machado, Her Body and Other Parties: Stories

“When you think about it, stories have
this way of running together like raindrops in a pond. Each is borne
from the clouds separate, but once they have come together, there is
no way to tell them apart.”
― Carmen Maria Machado, Her Body and Other Parties

“by loving me when I did not love her, by being abandoned by me, she has become immortal. She will outlive me by a hundred million years; more,even. She will outlive my daughter, and my daughter’s daughter,
and the earth will teem with her and her kind, their inscrutable
forms and unknowable destinies.”
― Machado Carman Maria

“In it, I was sitting across from my wife, who was nude but wrapped in a gauzy fabric. She had a clipboard in her hand, and was moving a pencil down it as if ticking off entries on a list.
"Where are you?" she asked.
"Devil's Throat," I said.
"What are you doing?"
"Carrying a basket through the forest."
"What's in the basket?"
I looked down, and there they were: four beautiful spheres.
"Two eggs," I counted. "Two figs."
"Are you sure?"
I did not look down again, afraid that the answer would change. "Yes."
"And what is through the forest?"
"I do not know."
"And what is through the forest?"
"I am not certain."
"And what is through the forest?"
"I cannot tell."
"And what is through the forest?"
"I don't remember."
"And what is through the forest?"
I woke up before I could answer.”
― Carmen Maria Machado, Her Body and Other Parties: Stories