Catherynne M. Valente Quotes
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How wonderful is ritual, what comfort in dark times!
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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.
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But something older and wiser within her said, Some things are for hiding and for keeping.
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The great blessing and great cruelty of youth is that there seems to be time enough.
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Heroes in motion tend to stay in motion, but villains in motion tend toward mass destruction.
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Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.
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When you’ve lost your girl, it doesn’t much matter where you live. Everywhere is just The Place She Isn’t, and that’s the front and back of it.
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The thing I hate about being dead is you can’t move on. I was in love with him when I died, so I’ll be in love with him till the sun burns out.
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She's an old woman possessed of great powers - but aren't all old women possessed of great powers? Occupational hazard, I think.
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Human contact is a terrible drug. Sometimes, you’ll even take the hit you know is tainted. You can’t stop yourself. The need is too strong.
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Autumn has a hungry heart - September is the beginning of death.
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Never give up your voice for a man, you fucking guppy.
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He ran like if he kept running he could escape the last thousand years.
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Just tell yourself a story that'll satisfy you and pretend he told it.
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Truly, Mallow yearned to know everything. Curiosity was part of her, like her short blond hair and bitten fingernails.
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In war you must always choose sides. One or the other. Silver or black. Human or demon. If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.
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The point's not what it costs; it's what it costs you. Everything you have. That's my price, that's my prize, that's my ransom, and that's my rune. The only price in the world that matters is the one that hurts to pay.
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Things which are gone in the morning: sleep, darkness, grief, the moon. Women. Dreams.
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I love you, and I am your wife, and I forgive you of all the sins of this world, all the sins we invented just to commit within our cave. I love you ... In a world without end. I love you.
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Everyone Is Looking for a Book Strong Enough to Change Them.
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I abandoned her. It's the one capital crime of fatherhood. Mothers can fail a thousand different ways. A father's only job is: do not abandon this child.
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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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What mirrors we are, set to face each other, reflecting desire.
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Lebedeva snapped her fingers. “It’s like lying!” she exclaimed. “Well, we understand that, of course! The bigger the lie, the happier the liar.”