P Quote by Catherynne M. Valente Download Open image ““Check your pockets, my chimney-child.”” — Catherynne M. Valente ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.5 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare P
“You give me an apartment full of morning smells- toasted bagel and black coffee and the freckled lilies in the vase on the windowsill.… — Rebecca Lindenberg Copy Share Image
“I feel like someone’s going to see my hot pocket if the wind blows this thing up a bit.” I snorted. “Gram!” — Micalea Smeltzer Copy Share Image
“Your real owner is going to take care of you while I’m gone. Make sure she doesn’t go through my shit.” I stroked Tallulah’s… — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“So I'm smoking in the house, Mother said. And Bobbie's got a dog in her room. And your son Will's got an Injun in… — Tom Spanbauer Copy Share Image
“I picked it up, stared at it, and thought: Why am I the one bending and lifting while he sits downstairs complaining about his… — Belinda Kelderhouse Copy Share Image
I leaned across the table towards the crumb-thrower. "Do that again," I said, loud enough to be heard over the opera singer, Dolly, my… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“You’re cold.” Taking a spare blanket from the foot of the bed, she wraps it around all three of us, enveloping me in her… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I work in my pajamas most of the time. No matter what you’re wearing, you can sound businesslike on the phone.” — Juliet Blackwell 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
I got asked by four different people that they wanted to know if I had a band what would I call it.Soo..I said Moonlights… — Jasmine Copy Share Image
I think of the reason why we hold onto something so tight because we fear something this good wont happen again — Me Copy Share Image
“They may call you "Stupid" because of what you've done in the past. Hey, you are going to be "Prominent" because of what the… — Israelmore Ayivor Copy Share Image
“All the boundaries of the world disappeared after a good snow. Nathan had always noticed that. The seemingly sturdy, dependable dividing lines between his… — Catherine Ryan Hyde Copy Share Image
He's the best guy,the sweetest,the cutest,the everything..he makes my day ,like nvr does.I think he's perfect just the way he is,even tho he's gone… — Mayma Copy Share Image
Meet me at Cut Throat Island. We'll smoke weed, dance with our tongues, and howl till the stars shake free. — Becca B Copy Share Image
Id rather have an emeny that slaps me hard in the face than a friend who stabs me in the back — Me Copy Share Image
