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I know you loved both he and I, the way a mother can love two sons. And no one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.
Catherynne M. Valente
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You took on a Quest, which is a thing only men - and exceedingly stupid men, usually - do.
Catherynne M. Valente
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But something older and wiser within her said, Some things are for hiding and for keeping.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Are you the only human in the world then? And all of the rest of us monsters?
Catherynne M. Valente
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It's Survival of Them Who's Best at Nicking Things, girl!
Catherynne M. Valente
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Still life is boring. Never stand still! Jumping bean life!
Catherynne M. Valente
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Life is beautiful and life is stupid. This is, in fact, widely regarded as a universal rule not less inviolable than the Second Law of Thermodynamics, the Uncertainty Principle, and No Post on Sundays.
Catherynne M. Valente
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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.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Most folk have three faces - the face they get when they're children, the face they own when they're grown, and the face they've earned when they're old.
Catherynne M. Valente
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So I talk to the dead. They're the only ones who can see the whole story. All they've got is story.
Catherynne M. Valente
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You couldn't ever really fix a sad story. You could only make another. And another. And another, until you found the right one at last, the one that ends in joy.
Catherynne M. Valente
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A body can only deliver up the truth its bones know, Its blood, which is its history.
Catherynne M. Valente
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“Is it really a cage if it’s the size of the world?” “Yes,” said Emily, Charlotte, and Anne together, rather more loudly than any of them expected.
Catherynne M. Valente
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What is a map, but a thing that gets you where you're going? -Mr. Map
Catherynne M. Valente
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He ran like if he kept running he could escape the last thousand years.
Catherynne M. Valente
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One is always homesick for places where one came to grief.
Catherynne M. Valente
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You can never forget what you do in a war, September my love. No one can. You won't forget your war either.
Catherynne M. Valente
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For all that they love to make kings, John’s folk seem to have little interest in the actual business of ruling anything. They like to become, they do not like to be.
Catherynne M. Valente
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All the rest of the nonsense a story requires is just a long seduction of the ending.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Everything living has a mouth. Mouths bite and swallow; they talk; they taste. They kiss. A mouth is the main tool for living.
Catherynne M. Valente
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You see her as you see anyone in this world: distorted, warped, reflected, refracted, contorted, mutilated by time.
Catherynne M. Valente
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I've always had enough, even if my enough and your enough are as different as an elephant and a minaret.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Respect me. Be proud, and if you love me, a little afraid, because love so often looks like fear. We are alike. We are alike.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Up to no good may mean up to something interesting!
Catherynne M. Valente
