“In future days you will call John Mandeville a liar, and my shade will laugh at you and say: true, true, I… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Many people in this room have an Etsy store where they create unique, unreplicable artifacts or useful items to be sold on… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Some thought he was quite wicked, but in truth, he was no more or less than any other crow: enamored of bright… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Let the truth be told: There is no virtue anywhere. Life is sly and unscrupulous, a blackguard, wolfish, severe. In service to… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“I belong in the refrigerator. Because the truth is, I'm just food for a superhero. He'll eat up my death and get… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
This is what comes of having a heart, even a very small and young one. It causes no end of trouble, and… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“However unlikely it may seem, it is the truth and, therefore, one hundred percent likely.” — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“But you know, a wizard with black hair and a thick mustache put a curse on Moscow, and Petrograd, too, so that… — 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
