Catherynne M. Valente Quotes
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...snow is the beginning and the end of everything...
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He ran like if he kept running he could escape the last thousand years.
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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.
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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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The great blessing and great cruelty of youth is that there seems to be time enough.
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I’ve always found chess to be a bit too much like real life to provide much enjoyment as a game.
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I looked at this man and thought: Oh, how we are going to hurt each other.
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I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.
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Clothes are a story you choose to tell about yourself, a different one every day.
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Autumn has a hungry heart - September is the beginning of death.
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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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How wonderful is ritual, what comfort in dark times!
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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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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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That is what happens when a person lives alone for so long - no one else can change their ways.
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Just tell yourself a story that'll satisfy you and pretend he told it.
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She did not want Fairyland to be full of older girls who wanted to be stars.
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[...] everything has a narrative, really, and if you can’t understand a story and relate to it, figure out how you fit inside it, you’re not really alive at all.
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Honesty is such a nasty habit, dear. Like biting your nails.
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Remember, pain is not a test. Knowledge is not enough.
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Never give up your voice for a man, you fucking guppy.
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Things which are gone in the morning: sleep, darkness, grief, the moon. Women. Dreams.
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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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We all just keep moving, September. We keep moving until we stop.