Catherynne M. Valente Quotes
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I believe we have an utterly unique specimen on our hands: a child who listens.
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Be my friend and love me, for the world is terrible lonely and I am sad.
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I've come to think you only get so much bravery in one lifetime and if you spend it too soon, you're all out of fuck it all to hell by the time you really need it.
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Eternity takes forever. The infinite expanse of time just does not know when to quit.
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Clothes are a story you choose to tell about yourself, a different one every day.
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Still, she was not sorry. If the world is divided into seeing and not seeing, Marya thought, I shall always choose to see.
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She was ... unhappy. It was part of her, you could not separate her from it. She was sad the way a horse is strong or a bird flies.
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I was happy, the sun was high. I had enough.
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Wouldn't you like to have comrades?' But she would not like that. She wanted only to rest and to read her old, rain-swollen books, turning the pages carefully, so carefully.
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Your privilege is comprised of the questions you’ve never had to ask.
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Oh, aren't you just the rottenest wet blanket whoever spoiled a sport.
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The kind of smile that has kept a froggy, dark sort of surprise in its back pocket, and won’t spoil it too soon.
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And Miss Oleander Coy had herself a blue mouth. Little stains at the edges of her raspberry lips where she put her pen when she was thinking, which was always.
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I looked at this man and thought: Oh, how we are going to hurt each other.
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What was magical at two in the morning was tawdry and cheap and dangerous to your health at two in the afternoon.
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You have to have the right sort of stone. Peridot for mothers, girasol for lovers, sapphire for sadness, and garnet for joy.
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We think . . . that girls ought to sing. They ought to sing, and dance while they're singing. But we are not girls, and so can be almost certain that we know nothing about the matter.
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When you don’t need anything anymore, the only thing you need is stories, and songs, and beauty, and spectacle. That’s the good stuff. The stuff that reminds us who we are.
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She felt as she often did in class when she was nearly sure she had the right answer, but could not always make herself raise her hand.
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But love is love, and love is compulsion. I must, and I do.
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Everything in the world is a boxing match in your heart, between Boldness and Not-Boldness. You let them holler inside you and wallop each other with Arguments For and Against. Then you end by betting on one or the other and that’s how things get decided.
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But even the wisest of men may die, and that is especially true when the wisest of men has a fondness for industrial chemicals.
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A clever person is never bored, and a bored person is never clever.
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Any story told is a lie cunningly told to hide the real world from the poor bastards who live in it.