Remember this when you are queen,” he whispered hoarsely. “I moved the earth and the water for you. — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“It is in the nature of winds to Snatch and Grasp at things, and Blow Them Away.” — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Humanity lived many years and ruled the earth, sometimes wisely, sometimes well, but mostly neither. — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“You may not know it but the keeping of a large house by one girl is the hardest work going on earth.… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Children are natural practitioners of the Queer and the Questing, for childhood is nothing but a quest through a queer country. Of… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
It appeals to the higher nature of the self to put aside food which once lived - I do not consider myself… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“I shall not be afraid of anything I haven't even seen yet. If Fairyland-Below is a terrible place, well, I shall feel… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Mankind made machines in his own likeness, and used them for his delight and service. The machines had no soul or they… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“I suppose you think you know what autumn looks like. Even if you live in the Los Angeles dreamed of by September’s… — 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… — 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
