“Be my friend and love me, for the world is terrible lonely and I am sad.” — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
That’s what happens to friends, eventually. They leave you. It’s practically what they’re for. — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Hello old friend," he greeted it, "how strange for us to meet again, like this, with the snow blowing so outside." "You… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“The trouble with lies is that they love company. Once you tell a single lie, that lie gets terribly excited and calls… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“And then she felt her Ell’s great strong presence beside her, and Saturday slipped his hand in hers. Oh. Oh . They… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
You only had to choose which me to talk to, for, you know, we all change our manners, depending on who has… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
The old order, it is good for the old. A farmer wants his son to be afraid of beautiful women, so that… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Oh, September! It is so soon for you to lose your friends to good work and strange loves and high ambitions. The… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Many people in this room have an Etsy store where they create unique, unreplicable artifacts or useful items to be sold on… — 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
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
