If I stop, I shall sink and die. That's the way I'm made. I have to keep going always, and even when… — 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
Just about every science whiz can tell you how he or she took apart the TV or the radio when they were… — 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
Koschei, Koschei,” she whispered. “What would I have been if I had never seen the birds? I am no one; I am… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
A marriage is a private thing. It has its own wild laws, and secret histories, and savage acts, and what passes between… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
I have made calculations that would beggar your soul. What is it that villains always say at the end of stories? You… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
I reminded myself: when a book lies unopened it might contain anything in the world, anything imaginable. It therefore, in that pregnant… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Then he is a monster!" the Prince crowed, "and I must slay him at once. The Formula works!" "Your Formula must result… — 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
