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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.
Catherynne M. Valente
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In my mind I know the name of an ocean the size of everything that was. My mouth can only call it death.
Catherynne M. Valente
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I got a heart like a half bottle of no-label whiskey. Nothing to brag on, but enough for you, and all your friends, too.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Mary's smile is a spotlight - whomever it lands upon becomes brighter, becomes more real. It lands upon us.
Catherynne M. Valente
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It is true that novelists are shameless and obey no decent law, and they are not to be trusted on any account, but some Mysteries even they must honor.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Do you understand Christ to be more like an ox (excuse us, three oxen) or more like a door?
Catherynne M. Valente
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She'd thought she left feeling helpless behind long ago - only we never leave helpless behind. It is a country in which we all hold passports.
Catherynne M. Valente
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These words were small and they only meant what they said, not how they felt before he said them. He nearly wept with the frustration of it.
Catherynne M. Valente
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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.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Everything good in the world has feathers and wings and claws.
Catherynne M. Valente
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That is the trouble with standing up to people, of course. Once you start doing it, you can hardly stop.
Catherynne M. Valente
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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!
Catherynne M. Valente
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Wouldn't you like to have comrades?' But she would not like that. She wanted only to rest and to read her old, rain-swollen books, turning the pages carefully, so carefully.
Catherynne M. Valente
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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.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Never trust anyone under one hundred!
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Who knows what wild things Sleeping Beauty dreamt of while waiting to awake?
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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.
Catherynne M. Valente
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She sounds like someone who spends a lot of time in libraries, which are the best sorts of people.
Catherynne M. Valente
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No, love, in real life you can get all the way to death and never have finished one single story.
Catherynne M. Valente
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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.
Catherynne M. Valente
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If you have ever seen a falling star, you have seen a Changeling arriving.
Catherynne M. Valente
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I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone you do not make them tell war stories.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Life is like that. Death sweeps it away. That's what death is for. That's why they keep telling this story. It's the only story.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Did I not come to you on my knees with a kingdom in my hand?
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