Catherynne M. Valente Quotes
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His parties have room for all. Come on in. Nobody to look at you funny in here. Nobody to tell you not to have that drink, kiss that fella, smash that chair, light that chandelier on fire. Do it all. Do it all forever.
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You know how questing goes. You can’t explain it to anyone else; it would be like telling them your dreams.
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For a witch is nothing without her Spoon.
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Sweet as cherries, bright as berries, light of my moony sky.
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All jobs are odd, or they would be games or naps or picnics.
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The Sirens flicked their wings at the wall, inscribing it with their own blue ink: Even in penance is beauty; blessed are all the ocean’s drowned!
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Monsters almost always are culture's way of working out their fears.
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She leaned in, and kissed her Marid gently, sweetly. She tried to kiss him the way she’d always thought kisses would be. His lips tasted like the sea.
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All Librarians are Secret Masters of Severe Magic. Goes with the territory.
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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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Snow White gets a Social Security card. She gets a job building houses out in California. Picks oranges.
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Temperament, you'll find, is highly dependent on time of day, weather, frequency of naps, and whether one has had enough to eat.
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A Sibyl is a door shaped like a girl.
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A book is a door, you know. Always and forever. A book is a door into another place and another heart and another world.
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It's not nihilism is there's really no point to anything.
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I have not been in Fairyland nearly long enough to start crying, September thought, then bit her tongue savagely.
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... but as has been said, September read often, and liked it best when words did not pretend to be simple, but put on their full armor and rode out with colors flying.
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But luck withered by conservative, tired, riskless living can be plumped up again - after all, it was only a bit thirsty for something to do.
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...For grace may only be found briefly, and always in the midst of madness.
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September had no natural defense against lost things, being one herself.
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Everything looks like magic when you don’t understand it.
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Of late, she had felt coldness in herself, and though she feared it, she loved it too, for it made her strong.
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If one did not have at least a little luck, one would never survive childhood. But luck can be spent, like money; and lost, like a memory; and wasted, like a life.
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Accuracy is next to godliness.