Catherynne M. Valente Quotes
-
In both marriage and war you must cut up the things people say like a cake and eat only what you can stomach.
-
But luck can be spent, like money; and lost, like a memory; and wasted, like a life.
-
Everything in the world, it turns out, is escapable except economy.
-
But soon the wine sack was empty, and sleep brushed my ears with her ash-lips.
-
. . .building is medicine for free.
-
A girl in want of a Leopard still has feet.
-
Check your pockets, my chimney-child.
-
But her heart was so cold that she could hold ice in her mouth and it would never melt.
-
Forests have secrets,' he said gently. 'It's practically what they're for. To hide things. To separate one world from another.
-
Readers will always insist on adventures, and though you can have grief without adventures, you cannot have adventures without grief.
-
Horses, in secret, love hats more than any other creature. It is a horse’s tragedy that they can never properly wear one.
-
...her cry is a hook and it catches me in the throat.
-
Men die. It's practically what they're for.
-
Anything is a poem if you say it often enough.
-
Oh, aren't you just the rottenest wet blanket whoever spoiled a sport.
-
There is no better teacher of rough necessity than bad luck, and you will have great use of me, I promise.
-
All children are required to attend School, which is like a party to which everyone forgot to bring punch, or hats, or fiddles, and none of the games have good prizes.
-
Autumn has a hungry heart - September is the beginning of death.
-
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.
-
I thought that for a long while, but you chose me, and then you chose him, and choosing is hard - one choice is never the end of the story.
-
When you can change something just by saying a word, that is magic.
-
Hounds and hearthstones, girl, haven't you ever heard a story about Koschei? He's only got the one. Act one, Scene one: pretty girl. Act one, Scene two: pretty girl gone!
-
Everything in the universe has rhythm. Everything pulses to a beat laid down by the Big Bang. Everything feels the drumline of creation from star to sex to song.
-
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.