The worst thing in the world is having to go back to the dark you shook off. — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
But lost children always find each other, in the dark, in the cold. It is as though they are magnetized, and can… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Some girls have to go to college to discover what they are good at; some are born doing what they must without… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
September could see it. She did not know what is was she saw. That is the disadvantage of being a heroine, rather… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried. For a year I have called every black tree Marya… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
September did not want to feel for the Marquess. That’s how villains get you, she knew. You feel badly for them, and… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
The man who knelt before her would have sprung from her needles, even down the ghostly flecks of silver in his hair.… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Who are you?" "I am Death," said the creature. "I thought that was obvious." "But you're so small!" "Only because you are… — 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
She put her hand on her chest. “I have magic yet. If you will set the clock working again, then I must… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“That’s all a shadow is—and though you might be prejudiced against the dark, you ought to remember that that’s where stars live,… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Cats don’t have dark sides. That’s all a shadow is—and though you might be prejudiced against the dark, you ought to remember… — 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
