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It was at thirteen years old that Marya Morevna learned how to keep a secret, and that secrets are jealous things, permitting no fraternization.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Things that are unsightly: birthmarks, infidelity, strangers in one's kitchen. Too much sunlight. Stitches. Missing teeth. Overlong guests.
Catherynne M. Valente
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It is such hard work to keep your heart hidden! And worse, by the time you find it easy, it will be harder still to show it.
Catherynne M. Valente
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In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you
Catherynne M. Valente
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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.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Kid, nobody really gets anywhere in this life. Everybody just picks someplace to hunker down and barricade themselves in. Some of us just got better bricks than others.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Maidens stand still, they are lovely statues and all admire them. Witches do not stand still. I was neither, but better that I err on the side of witchery, witchery that unlocks towers and empties ships.
Catherynne M. Valente
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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.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Who knows what wild things Sleeping Beauty dreamt of while waiting to awake?
Catherynne M. Valente
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A mother's like a poison made for only one soul.
Catherynne M. Valente
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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.
Catherynne M. Valente
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She’s an Italian flag in occupied territory, and I fall for her like Paris.
Catherynne M. Valente
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You can be innocent again. It's not true, what they say, that you can never get it back. You can. It's only that most folk cannot be bothered.
Catherynne M. Valente
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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.
Catherynne M. Valente
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I can't stop," the shark rasped. "If I stop, I shall sink and die. That's the way I'm made. I have to keep going always, and even when I get where I'm going, I'll have to keep on. That's living.
Catherynne M. Valente
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In his own country, Death can be kind. But of an end
Catherynne M. Valente
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No one is now what they were before the war. There’s just no getting any of it back.
Catherynne M. Valente
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If she was in a teaching mood she wasn't in a hitting mood. Like sneezing and keeping your eyes open, Mrs. H couldn't do both at once.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Everything living has a mouth. Mouths bite and swallow; they talk; they taste. They kiss. A mouth is the main tool for living.
Catherynne M. Valente
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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.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Still, she was not sorry. If the world is divided into seeing and not seeing, Marya thought, I shall always choose to see.
Catherynne M. Valente
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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.
Catherynne M. Valente
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She drank like a Czar and sang like a broken squeezebox and danced like the Sugarplum Fairy cutting loose at last
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.
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