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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?
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A house is a kind of box you put a girl in.
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He does everything a Marshal does but twice as hard, twice as dirty, and without the soft and cushioning arms of the government to wipe his tears.
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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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We are a Body of contradiction, flesh-full and fleshless.
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The storm ate up September’s cry of despair, delighted at its mischief, as all storms are.
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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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Snow White swallows that like a sword. She lets the hammer click back into place. Everything in her that's not nailed down is shaking loose.
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She is dead. Almost certainly dead. Nearly conclusively dead. She is, at the very least, not answering her telephone.
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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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. . .building is medicine for free.
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She knew herself, how she had slowly, over years, become a cat, a wolf, a snake, anything but a girl. How she had wrung out her girlhood like death.
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Temperament, you'll find, is highly dependent on time of day, weather, frequency of naps, and whether one has had enough to eat.
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September shut her eyes several times and opened them again, just to be sure, just to be certain she was back in Fairyland, that she wasn’t simply knocked silly by her fall.
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The dead know how to savor as the living never can.
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[...] She started disappearing as soon as she was born. Just to get away from you.
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Storytelling can save you. Both the telling and the listening.
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... for my eeries, anything. Anything, forever, always.
Catherynne M. Valente
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In both marriage and war you must cut up the things people say like a cake and eat only what you can stomach.
Catherynne M. Valente
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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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Your privilege is comprised of the questions you’ve never had to ask.
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There is no better teacher of rough necessity than bad luck, and you will have great use of me, I promise.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Because the opposite of fascism isn't anarchy, it's theater.
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.
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