Catherynne M. Valente Quotes
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Did I not come to you on my knees with a kingdom in my hand?
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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's Survival of Them Who's Best at Nicking Things, girl!
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Bran felt terribly sorry for his sisters, but it was hardly his fault that the world was so determined to make girls suffer a great deal more than boys. He hadn’t built the world. It had nothing to do with him.
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Opium ain’t got nothing on the promise of tomorrow turning up better than today. Snow
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"You look like a winter night", he had told her when he had given it to her. "I could sleep inside the cold of you".
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The Green Wind frowned into his brambly beard. “All little girls are terrible,” he admitted finally, “but the Marquess, at least, has a very fine hat."
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Rules are for those who can't think of a better way.
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All the rest of the nonsense a story requires is just a long seduction of the ending.
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All tamed things are made a bit ridiculous in the process, you know.
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Children make prayers so thoughtlessly, building them up like sand castles - and they are always surprised when suddenly the castle becomes real, and the iron gate grinds shut.
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Remember this when you are queen,” he whispered hoarsely. “I moved the earth and the water for you.
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Endings are rubbish. No such thing. Never has been, never will be. There is only the place where you choose to stop talking. Everything else goes on forever.
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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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He's not a lad that likes to stand on his feet.
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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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But luck can be spent, like money; and lost, like a memory; and wasted, like a life.
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Oh, aren't you just the rottenest wet blanket whoever spoiled a sport.
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I believe we have an utterly unique specimen on our hands: a child who listens.
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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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The storm ate up September’s cry of despair, delighted at its mischief, as all storms are.
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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.
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Did everything that had magic have teeth?
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That's your first hint that something's alive. It says no.