Do you think I am a fool, Masha? All this time, and you speak to me as though I were a flighty… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Do you think I am a foo, Masha? All this time, and you speak to me as though I were a flighty… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“The whole point of growing up is to get big enough to hold the world you want inside you. But it takes… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“The Marquess shrugged. “I’m a shadow. I do know I am a shadow, Iago. I know most of the time. It’s only… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
September had never been betrayed before. She did not even know what to call the feeling in her chest, so bitter and… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
It’s been me all along,” said September slowly. “Me who gave up my shadow, me who went down into Fairyland-Below and Fairyland-Lower-Than-That… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time on a small, watery, excitable planet called Earth, in a small, watery, excitable country called Italy, a soft-spoken,… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“All time is mean young man. It takes and does not give, it rushes when you wish it would linger and drags… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Oh, but Masha, can’t you see? You are. An Ivan has come. That is like saying, Midnight has struck. It is time… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“How long was it, between the time when you were happy, and the time when you wanted to kill him?” — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Here’s something I bet you don’t know: every time someone writes a story about a dragon a real dragon dies. Something about… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
One of the many quotes on love..."Love can come only with time and sentience. We learn it as we learn language--and some… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
The great blessing and great cruelty of youth is that there seems to be time enough. — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“What matters is entertainment. Eternity takes forever. The infinite expanse of time just does not know when to quit. The dead fear… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“After all, growing up is nothing but an argument with your parents on the topic of whether or not you are grown.… — 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
