Catherynne M. Valente Quotes
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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.
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He had not guessed how much of the body of a Quest was simply walking.
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We are a Body of contradiction, flesh-full and fleshless.
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Just because it's imaginary doesn't mean it isn't real.
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Thing is, just because you make a body shiver don’t make it yours.
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It is harder, usually, to find a person who wants to walk the streets of me, to taste the teas of my country, to... immigrate, you could say.
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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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If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.
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A prophetic world that can never come true.
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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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War must always be done out of sight, or it shocks people and they stop immediately.
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"Remember this when you are queen," she breathed. "I told you my secrets."
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Bad luck relies absolutely on perfect timing
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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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After so long keeping to herself and tending her secret quietly, all these words just bubbled up out of her her like cool golden champagne.
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A mother's like a poison made for only one soul.
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No one says a word that has not been spoken a thousand times before, a thousand thousand times, and even the first of those was a repetition of words that came before.
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You take sides if your smart. Offer up your loyalty cause it's all you've got to trade. Trouble is, most times, when you're looking to sell your soul, nobody's buying. - Radiance
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A tale may have exactly three beginnings: one for the audience, one for the artist, and one for the poor bastard who has to live in it.
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I know real dirt looks nothing like this. Nothing like soft blood flecked with black bone.
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Byron kissed her gloved hand as they stepped lightly round one another. He could dance like rivers could run. No one had ever kissed her hand before. Emily felt like she was going to throw up and like she was flying all at once.
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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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Who knows what wild things Sleeping Beauty dreamt of while waiting to awake?
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He’ll never be good if he can’t choose to be nasty. It’s the choice that makes the good.