I know you loved both he and I, the way a mother can love two sons. And no one should be judged… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Astolaine Bombast, catalogue woman, ordered up like a rare steak, 'plees make shore she is pritty and a whyt gurl if you… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
For most of us, fanfiction is a non-issue. Even for midlist writers. We will never be popular enough for people to play… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
The world is not made of countries and outsiders. We are all just humans, and most of us fools and all of… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
I have always been delighted when told there was a piece of fanfic inspired by a book of mine floating about. I… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
But this is a story, and in a story there is always someone beautiful enough." - 'The Girl with Two Skins' from… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Temperament, you'll find, is highly dependent on time of day, weather, frequency of naps, and whether one has had enough to eat. — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Oh, I will be cruel to you, Marya Morevna. It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be. But you understand,… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Don’t worry,” Marya whispered, kissing his forehead. “My old bones will follow yours soon enough. — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
I've always had enough, even if my enough and your enough are as different as an elephant and a minaret. — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
The great blessing and great cruelty of youth is that there seems to be time enough. — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Well enough. I won't ask you if your love is true or any of that rot—it's not my place to judge. After… — 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
