Catherynne M. Valente Quotes
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I ate all of my husbands. First I ate their love, then their will, then their despair, and then I made pies of their bodies – and those bodies were so dear to me!
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I have not been in Fairyland nearly long enough to start crying, September thought, then bit her tongue savagely.
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It is not so easy to always remember who you are.
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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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No one is now what they were before the war. There’s just no getting any of it back.
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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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Perhaps memory is a thing that everyone involved has to work at, like stitching up a big quilt out of everything that ever happened to you.
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I was happy, the sun was high. I had enough.
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All tamed things are made a bit ridiculous in the process, you know.
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Patience is always the last ingredient in any spell, the last part in any machine, what ever your original blue prints say.
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Rules are for those who can't think of a better way.
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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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You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.
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“I will keep it safe for you," Saturday whispered, barely brave enough to say it.
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Be my friend and love me, for the world is terrible lonely and I am sad.
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Sometimes I worry. Worrying is defined as obsessive examination of one’s own code.
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A body needs a good memento mori to flush out the humors.
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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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In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you
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First, the avid student must be aware that when the world was young it knew only seven things: water, life and death, salt, night, birds and the length of an hour.
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And indeed, as night drew on the sky like a bodice, lacing it with the last beams of sunlight
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A book is a door into another place and another heart and another world.
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He's not a lad that likes to stand on his feet.
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I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.