Catherynne M. Valente Quotes
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A child equals the mass of Fairyland times the speed of luck squared.
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Doors opened at seven, the show started at eight. In pubs and clubs and house parties across the galaxy, the viewers at home were drunk by six.
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A ring don’t make a bride, that’s all.
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He's not a lad that likes to stand on his feet.
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Coffee is a kind of magic you can drink.
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The grass and the rivers and the stones and women and horses and more Stars and men and clouds and birds and trees came dancing through the afterbirth of the Mare
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That's how it goes - as soon as there's anything interesting in Ancient Greece, some arsehole with a magic hat comes along to murder it.
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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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I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.
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"The Heart of Fairyland is a story," she said, and she felt so warm and light and full of rightness of it that she thought she might faint.
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Everything in the world, it turns out, is escapable except economy.
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"I do believe everyone in Fairyland-Below is royalty!" September exclaimed. "Queens and Princes and Vicereines and Emperors - it's like visiting Europe!
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But even the wisest of men may die, and that is especially true when the wisest of men has a fondness for industrial chemicals.
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But luck can be spent, like money; and lost, like a memory; and wasted, like a life.
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[...] She started disappearing as soon as she was born. Just to get away from you.
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I was happy, the sun was high. I had enough.
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Luck is a finite and rare substance in the universe, like palladium or cobalt. To use it, you have to take it from somebody else.
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Trouble is, most times, when you go looking to sell your soul, nobody's buying.
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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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"Some who deserve failure do not achieve it,” he sniffed. “Some who deserve nothing are given the world.
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Love is what grown folk do to each other because the law frowns on killing.
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No one’s good just from being born any place
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Forests have secrets,' he said gently. 'It's practically what they're for. To hide things. To separate one world from another.
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But in the end, all wars are more or less the same. If you dig down through the layers of caramel corn and peanuts and choking, burning death, you’ll find the prize at the bottom and the prize is a question and the question is this: Which of us are people and which of us are meat?