Catherynne M. Valente Quotes
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She was determined that I hold this thing inside me like a heart - something irremovable and constant.
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Will Hilt to hand yet be restored? Take me up, thy mother's sword.
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Wife sounded like something exciting, something daring, something a bit scoundrelly, like pirate or bandit. And they were bandits, of course.
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A child equals the mass of Fairyland times the speed of luck squared.
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I have all the books I could need, and what more could I need than books? I shall only engage in commerce if books are the coin.
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The future is a messy, motley business, little girl.
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Death is not a checkmate…it is more like a carnival trick. You cannot win, no matter how you move your Queen.
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Draw the world the way you want it. Draw it and it will be.
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When you are this hungry, you cannot even remember who you used to be, she whispered. Who you might have been, if not for the hunger.
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All Librarians are Secret Masters of Severe Magic. Goes with the territory.
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She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat.
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I began my life as a character in my father's films.
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If the world is divided into seeing and not seeing, Marya thought, I shall always choose to see.
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Breaking things heals a great many hurts. This is why children do it so often.
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September waited. She long ago learned that if she waited and blinked and behaved like a pupil, eventually someone would lecture her on something.
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And as we watched, the Tsar of Death lifted up his eyelids like skirts and began to dance in the streets of Leningrad.
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She always gave the impression of having accidentally wandered in from a mad scientist’s conference, and felt rather desperate to get back.
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How long your hair has grown. You could strangle a man in it.
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Chicago at the time owned a lake the size of a sea, several advertising firms, at least six tribes of marauding criminals, healthy herds of sailors grazing free, the first Ferris wheel in all the world, and more wind than it could care for.
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Folk are just folk, wherever you go, and it's only a nasty sort of person who thinks a body's a devil just because they come from another country and have different notions
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So you don’t love him. Why would you look for love with a man? How could a man ever understand you?
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The Glasshobs built it to keep an eye on the stars, who have a tendency to run off on adventures and forget about how much we down-below folks need to navigate and cast horoscopes and meet lovers on balconies.
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You have to be able to see the world as a whole to bear it - to see the Queerness that moves in every bit of Fairyland, how it threads through every heart and field, how we are all bound together up in the Weird Well of the World.
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Don't worry, my little lump of rock. Everybody gets a chance to choose. Or else where would irony come from?