Catherynne M. Valente Quotes
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Love me, and I will laugh for you, and if you can make me laugh, my laughter will, quite simply, ransom the whole of the world from death.
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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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Remember this when you are queen,” he whispered hoarsely. “I moved the earth and the water for you.
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The worst thing in the world is having to go back to the dark you shook off.
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I could not say what creeps and whispers through the branches and down the threaded Road, but I hear it, and I am not afraid.
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Old things have strange hungers.
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I have to do it myself. That's what a Queen does. She saves herself.
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Thing is, just because you make a body shiver don’t make it yours.
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She was ... unhappy. It was part of her, you could not separate her from it. She was sad the way a horse is strong or a bird flies.
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She wasn’t angry. You can’t get angry just because the world’s so much bigger than you and you’re stuck in it.
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It tasted like a shade of white near blue; it tasted like the idea of pearls; it tasted like a memory nearly grasped but lost at the last moment.
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Did I not come to you on my knees with a kingdom in my hand?
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That is the trouble with standing up to people, of course. Once you start doing it, you can hardly stop.
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One doesn’t behave at all the same way to a grandfather as to a bosom friend, to a professor as to a curious niece.
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Do you understand Christ to be more like an ox (excuse us, three oxen) or more like a door?
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A Sibyl is a door shaped like a girl.
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I know real dirt looks nothing like this. Nothing like soft blood flecked with black bone.
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Bad luck relies absolutely on perfect timing
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You know how we can be about things which sparkle and shine. We imagine they will put back something of what has been lost.
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Whenever one does extraordinary things, someone is bound to try to repeat them for themselves. It's the way of the world.
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If you have ever seen a falling star, you have seen a Changeling arriving.
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The dead know how to savor as the living never can.
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'All little girls are terrible,' he admitted finally. 'but the Marquess, at least, has a very fine hat'
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Perhaps all a Tsaritsa is is a beautiful cold girl in the snow, looking down at someone wretched, and not yielding.