“You see her as you see anyone in this world: distorted, warped, reflected, refracted, contorted, mutilated by time.” — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“It’s up to you. Everyone should get to choose their own way, and that’s all I mean by yelling. But I shall… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Perhaps memory is a thing that everyone involved has to work at, like stitching up a big quilt out of everything that… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“If he closed his eyes he could dwell in the circuit of air that had once held her, he could hold his… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Just as there are different types of stars—red and white and brown and blue and dwarf and giant and all that lot—there… — 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
“But I shall choose to remember you, and it would be nice if it went both ways. That’s how it generally goes… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“But what my car needs is gas, not memories! How can you make a car go on memories?' B.D. scratched under her… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“… That’s what a map is, you know. Just a memory. Just a wish to go back home—someday, somehow. … ” — 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
