It is harder, usually, to find a person who wants to walk the streets of me, to taste the teas of my… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
When little ones say they want to go home, they almost never mean it. They mean they are tired of this particular… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat. — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
For though, as we have said, all children are heartless, this is not precisely true of teenagers. Teenage hearts are raw and… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
September did not want to feel for the Marquess. That’s how villains get you, she knew. You feel badly for them, and… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
I want to keep on living forever and watching heroes and fools and knights go up and down, into the world and… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
You can't have whatever you want. But to a child who must ask permission for every single thing, adulthood looks like a… — 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… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
It is such hard work to keep your heart hidden! And worse, by the time you find it easy, it will be… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Oh, September! It is so soon for you to lose your friends to good work and strange loves and high ambitions. The… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Do you know, we're right underneath Springtime Parish? This place is the opposite of springtime. Everything past prime, boarded up for the… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Everyone is afraid of you and when folk are afraid of a person it usually means the person is cruel in some… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
At the bottom of philosophy something very true and very desperate whispers: Everyone is hungry all the time. Everyone is starving. Everyone… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
I have made calculations that would beggar your soul. What is it that villains always say at the end of stories? You… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
The old order, it is good for the old. A farmer wants his son to be afraid of beautiful women, so that… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
I don’t want to be a Princess,” she said finally. “You can’t make me be one.” She knew very well what became… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
It's saying no. That's your first hint that something's alive. It says no. That's how you know a baby is starting to… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Fantasy is my heart and love. And I just want to play in that garden for the rest of my life. — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
She did not want to read this book from start to finish, or rather, she thought perhaps it did not want her… — 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
