Her father’s shadow looked sadly down at her. “You can never forget what you do in a war, September my love. No… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
I will never be without information,' she determined. 'I will do better than my sisters. If a bird or any other beast… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
At the bottom of philosophy something very true and very desperate whispers: Everyone is hungry all the time. Everyone is starving. Everyone… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Listen to me. Love is a Yeti. It is bigger than you and frightening and terrible. It makes loud and vicious noises.… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“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
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
“You come and go, vanish and appear. You miss years that go by for us, and we miss years that go by… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Love is the Turing test, [...] It is how we check for life. ” — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Let us be greedy together; let us hoard. Let us hit each other with birch branches and lock each other in dungeons;… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
The smell of loving is a difficult one to describe, but if you think of the times when someone has held you… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“But love is love, and love is compulsion. I must, and I do.” — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“I had some peculiar ideas about love. I’ll tell you what I thought on the subject back then: it’s about as much… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“If a bird or any other beast comes out of that uncanny republic where husbands are grown, I will see him with… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Love was a magic fairy spell. Didn't the girls in my books hunt after love like it was a deer with a… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“He'll burn you down like wax if you let him. You'll think it's love, while he dines on your heart. And maybe… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
You will always go into that tent. You will see her scar and wonder where she got it. You will always be… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Children, you must understand, are monsters. They are ravenous, ravening, they lope over the countryside with slavering mouths, seeking love to devour.… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“You can never forget what you do in a war, September my love. No one can. You won't forget your war either.” — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Why should I care about you first kiss,' he said. 'You can kiss anyone you like. But sometimes if you wanted to… — 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
“All the rest of the nonsense a story requires is just a long seduction of the ending. You throw out murders and… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“But what have I to prove? It should be you wrapped up in Zmey Gorinich’s coils, proving that you are not a… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“I ate all of my husbands. First I ate their love, then their will, then their despair, and then I made pies… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“As ever, you are wiser than I, you old genie. May the Stars grant that you are always here to look 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
