Catherynne M. Valente Quotes
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Slowly, without taking his eyes from hers, the man in the black coat knelt before her. “I have come for the girl in the window,” he said, and his eyes filled with tears.
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But soon the wine sack was empty, and sleep brushed my ears with her ash-lips.
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That's just the first part. What others call you, you become. It's a terrible magic that everyone can do - so do it. Call yourself what you wish to become.
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Surely you didn't think deathless meant dickless.
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. . .building is medicine for free.
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...her cry is a hook and it catches me in the throat.
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God is a random event, a nexus of pain and pleasure and making and breaking.
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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.
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No one’s good just from being born any place
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A girl in want of a Leopard still has feet.
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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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Horses, in secret, love hats more than any other creature. It is a horse’s tragedy that they can never properly wear one.
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You can't say no if you don't have desires and opinions and wants of your own. You wouldn't even want to. No is the heart of thinking.
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Woman! Come out! I have - " She looked down at the bloodless grass, embarrassed. "I have come to rescue you," she finally said, as if admitting that she were covered in boils.
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But the longer I’m dead, the more I think the universe is a big blackboard with rules scrawled all over it in chalk and stardust and it’s just that the damn thing is flipped over and turned away from us so we can’t see anything but the erase, which death, hitting the floor.
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What happens to the West happens to Snow White, which is to say they both turn into jokes.
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They want only their private toys and candies, and will not share.
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This is what comes of having a heart, even a very small and young one. It causes no end of trouble, and that’s the truth.
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It was on the to-do list, but you know to-do lists. They get longer and longer until you might as well just carve the last items on your tombstone. Do the dishes.
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Greta, Greta, he whispered, eyes shut in rapture, on thy breast I write my Edda, at thy feet I lay the keys of Niflheim, by thy leave alone, I live, and breathe, and die.
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Readers will always insist on adventures, and though you can have grief without adventures, you cannot have adventures without grief.
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Oh, aren't you just the rottenest wet blanket whoever spoiled a sport.
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A ring don’t make a bride, that’s all.
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Autumn has a hungry heart - September is the beginning of death.