Bird Quote by Catherynne M. Valente

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

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

— Catherynne M. Valente

“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

“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

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

— Catherynne M. Valente

“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

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

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

“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

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

— Catherynne M. Valente

“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

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