Monsters almost always are culture's way of working out their fears. — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Respect me. Be proud, and if you love me, a little afraid, because love so often looks like fear. We are alike.… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“I shall not be afraid of anything I haven't even seen yet. If Fairyland-Below is a terrible place, well, I shall feel… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I worry. Worrying is defined as obsessive examination of one’s own code. I worry that I am simply a very complex… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Monsters almost always are culture's way of working out their fears and are thus inherently incredibly interesting and powerful. — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“But as you get older, your courage attracts gunk and crusty things and dirt and fear and knowing how bad things can… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“What matters is entertainment. Eternity takes forever. The infinite expanse of time just does not know when to quit. The dead fear… — 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
