September had never been betrayed before. She did not even know what to call the feeling in her chest, so bitter and… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
As all mothers know, children travel faster than kisses. The speed of kisses is, in fact, what Doctor Fallow would call a… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
I believe we have an utterly unique specimen on our hands: a child who listens. — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“All children are heartless. They have not grown a heart yet, which is why they can climb tall trees and say shocking… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
If one did not have at least a little luck, one would never survive childhood. But luck can be spent, like money;… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“One ought not to judge her: all children are Heartless. They have not grown a heart yet, which is why they can… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
I perceive that you have a cruel heart, my child. It lies within your breast like a smoldering blade, hissing steam at… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“She certainly did not see Death stand on her tiptoes and blow a kiss after her, a kiss that rushed through all… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Such lonely, lost things you find on your way. It would be easier, if you were the only one lost. But lost… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Shall I tell her? Shall I be a kind and merciful narrator and take our girl aside? Shall I touch her new,… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
When I saw him I thought I could curl up inside him and go to sleep and never wake up." "Men are no good… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
We all just keep moving, September. We keep moving until we stop. — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“You couldn't ever really fix a sad story. You could only make another. And another. And another, until you found the right one at… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“He considers it for a moment and spits out the seeds, which sprout, quickly, into tiny junkblossoms sizzling with recursive algorithms. The algorithms wriggle… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Truly, Mallow yearned to know everything. Curiosity was part of her, like her short blond hair and bitten fingernails.” — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“The cicada lies in the earth for seventeen years. It is warm and dark there, it is soft and wet. Its little legs curl… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
We all live inside the terrible engine of authority, and it grinds and shrieks and burns so that no one will say: lines on… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Her heart was bruised by the kiss, smashed and surprised and unsettled by it. September thought kisses were all nice, sweet things asked for… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“September put her hand on the grip of the Rivet Gun. She’d only just gotten it, and she’d promised to take copious notes for… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Just tell yourself a story that'll satisfy you and pretend he told it. — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“You see, the future is a kind of stew, a soup, a vichyssoise of the present and the past. That's how you get the… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Fairy tales have always been about getting through the worst of everything, the darkest and the deepest and the bloodiest of events. They are… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
