I am a practical girl, and a life is only so long. It should be spent in as much peace and good… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
I have tried to write stories that go into the underworld of myth and bring out life and fire — where the… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Hearts set about finding other hearts the moment they are born, and between them, they weave nets so frightfully strong and tight… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
I wonder sometimes what the memory of God looks like. Is it a palace of infinite rooms, a chest of many jeweled… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Someone ought to write a novel about me,” said Lebedeva loftily. “I shouldn’t care if they lied to make it more interesting,… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
It is such hard work to keep your heart hidden! And worse, by the time you find it easy, it will be… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
These are the folk who may pass into the kingdom of heaven: the grief-stricken, lovers, scholars of a certain obsessive disposition. Brute… — 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
Do you suppose you will look the same when you are an old woman as you do now? Most folk have three… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Who are you?" "I am Death," said the creature. "I thought that was obvious." "But you're so small!" "Only because you are… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
All children are heartless. They have not grown a heart yet, which is why they can climb tall trees and say shocking… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Living alone,' November whispered, 'is a skill, like running long distance or programming old computers. You have to know parameters, protocols. You… — 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
