Wells Quotes by Catherynne M. Valente

13 Wells quotes by Catherynne M. Valente

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Valente’s language turns wells into dream‑like wells, each ripple echoing mythic resonance. Her poetic cadence invites readers to linger on the sound of water and wonder.

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It is well known that reading quickens the growth of a heart like nothing else.

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Well, very splendid and very frightening. But splendid things are often frightening. Sometimes, it's the fright that makes them splendid at all.

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Humanity lived many years and ruled the earth, sometimes wisely, sometimes well, but mostly neither.

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One of the many quotes on love..."Love can come only with time and sentience. We learn it as we learn language--and some…

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The smell of loving is a difficult one to describe, but if you think of the times when someone has held you…

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Well enough. I won't ask you if your love is true or any of that rot—it's not my place to judge. After…

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I wouldn't even consider it if I were you. But then if I were you, I would not be me, and if…

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All children are heartless. They have not grown a heart yet, which is why they can climb tall trees and say shocking…

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Living alone,' November whispered, 'is a skill, like running long distance or programming old computers. You have to know parameters, protocols. You…

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I don’t want to be a Princess,” she said finally. “You can’t make me be one.” She knew very well what became…

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I have made calculations that would beggar your soul. What is it that villains always say at the end of stories? You…

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Astolaine Bombast, catalogue woman, ordered up like a rare steak, 'plees make shore she is pritty and a whyt gurl if you…

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That stirring which had fluttered in her on first glimpsing the sea—that stirring landlocked children know so well—moved in her now, with…

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We all just keep moving, September. We keep moving until we stop.

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“Truly, Mallow yearned to know everything. Curiosity was part of her, like her short blond hair and bitten fingernails.”

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“The cicada lies in the earth for seventeen years. It is warm and dark there, it is soft and wet. Its little legs curl…

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We all live inside the terrible engine of authority, and it grinds and shrieks and burns so that no one will say: lines on…

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Her heart was bruised by the kiss, smashed and surprised and unsettled by it. September thought kisses were all nice, sweet things asked for…

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“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…

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Just tell yourself a story that'll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

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“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…

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Fairy tales have always been about getting through the worst of everything, the darkest and the deepest and the bloodiest of events. They are…

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“There is a place, September, oh, very far from Pandemonium. A place where it is always autumn, where there is always cider and pumpkin…

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“I was happy, the sun was high. I had enough.”

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Who are you?" "I am Death," said the creature. "I thought that was obvious." "But you're so small!" "Only because you are small. You…

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