You can never know how your clock runs. But it does run - and always faster than you think. — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Whenever one does extraordinary things, someone is bound to try to repeat them for themselves. It's the way of the world. — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Magic does that. It wastes you away. Once it grips you by the ear, the real world gets quieter and quieter, until… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Stories,' the green-eyed Sigrid said, unperturbed, 'are like prayers. It does not matter when you begin, or when you end, only that… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
She who invented words, and yet does not speak; she who brings dreams and visions, yet does not sleep; she who swallows… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
When one is traveling, everything looks brighter and lovelier. That does not mean it IS brighter and lovelier; it just means that… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
You will live as you live anywhere. With difficulty, and grief. Yes, you are dead. And I and my family and everyone,… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
However wretched her origins, she chose freely to continue her crimes against us from the moment she woke to this life. It… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
I have terrible nightmares, you know. Every night when I come home from a long day’s dying, I take off my skin… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
At the bottom of philosophy something very true and very desperate whispers: Everyone is hungry all the time. Everyone is starving. Everyone… — 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
