In both marriage and war you must cut up the things people say like a cake and eat only what you can… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
She sounds like someone who spends a lot of time in libraries, which are the best sorts of people. — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
There is no such thing as a people who are all wicked or even all good. Everyone chooses. But even they, even… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
So most people go around with grimy machinery, when all it would take is a bit of spit and polish to make… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
... relationships required such vigilance, such attention. You had to hold them together by force of will, and other people took up… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
It seems like every few years a big name author will holler something about how evil, heinous, and morally wrong fan fiction… — 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
For most of us, fanfiction is a non-issue. Even for midlist writers. We will never be popular enough for people to play… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Most of them... most of us never figure it out. Bad dream, they think, or good one. Funny rash, never really goes… — 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
