“This is my heart—carry it with you. I will dream of you in the dark, and you will taste it in my… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“I can never remember my dreams," said the shadow of the Marquess quietly. "You must have had rich, tasty ones then. When… — 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
Do you think I am a fool, Masha? All this time, and you speak to me as though I were a flighty… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Of course, one may have a number of other halves,” Nor said with a grin. “We have always felt sorry for those… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Most of them... most of us never figure it out. Bad dream, they think, or good one. Funny rash, never really goes… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Do you think I am a foo, Masha? All this time, and you speak to me as though I were a flighty… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“If you are a monster, stand up. If you are a monster, a trickster, a fiend, If you’ve built a steam-powered wishing… — 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… — 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
