Catherynne M. Valente Quotes
September had only had coffee once, when her Aunt Margaret had snuck her a sip while her mother wasn’t looking. It tasted bitter, but wild and strange. She rather wanted to taste it again.
Catherynne M. Valente
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My mum is black, my dad is white, and when I was a teenager, people would say, 'So what are you? Are you black? Or white? What are you more of?'
Fleur East
My desire to experiment comes from my attention-deficit approach to cosmetics. I just get really bored, really easily.
Paloma Faith
God invented love, and it is therefore perfect, and dogs are better at celebrating this perfection than we are. When in doubt as to how we should feel, we could do far worse than trying to live life like the dogs.
W. Bruce Cameron
Mutual respect is very important in a relationship, and since my work is part of my life, he would have to respect it.
Irina Shayk
I did my thesis on clowns. It's a powerful thing when you've got this little red nose on. It's a mask, the smallest in the world, but it unveils you. You stand up there and do these exercises that free you, let you play, and see what comes out. What comes out is the truth.
Becky Lynch
I think the self-burning itself on practice of non-violence. These people, you see, they easily use bomb explosive, more casualty people. But they didn't do that. Only sacrifice their own life. So this also is part of practice of non-violence.
Dalai Lama
'American Music' is an inventive, passionate, pithy novel whose major theme is love itself and whose minor theme, music, is an emotional, meaningful counterpoint. Like Count Basie and His Orchestra, this book swings.
Kate Christensen
The kindness that's been shown to me, by doctors as well as my family and my friends, it's really saved my life.
Lady Gaga
I didn't have a cup of coffee until I was 27.
Elizabeth Hurley
All the great chefs I know - Thomas Keller, Jean-Georges Vongerichten - they are technicians first.
Jacques Pepin
September had only had coffee once, when her Aunt Margaret had snuck her a sip while her mother wasn’t looking. It tasted bitter, but wild and strange. She rather wanted to taste it again.
Catherynne M. Valente
