Catherynne M. Valente Quotes
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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.
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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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You see her as you see anyone in this world: distorted, warped, reflected, refracted, contorted, mutilated by time.
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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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A thing too familiar becomes invisible.
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I'm not lost, because I haven't any idea where to go that I might get lost on the way to. I'd like to get lost, because then I'd know where I was going, you see.
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Never give up your voice for a man, you fucking guppy.
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Girls laugh. Their hair giggles down their back.
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Eternity takes forever.
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You can’t kiss a girl into anything.
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Death hath no dominion.
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The body does the living; the shadow does the dreaming.
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Let us hold hands instead of let us hold kitchens. To say put our heads together and not put our parlors together. But it is not as simple as replacing words anymore. Ravan is gone. My hearth is broken.
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A library is never complete. That’s the joy of it. We are always seeking one more book to add to our collection.
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"All money is imaginary," answered the Calcatrix simply. "Money is magic everyone agrees to pretend is not magic.
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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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Lebedeva snapped her fingers. “It’s like lying!” she exclaimed. “Well, we understand that, of course! The bigger the lie, the happier the liar.”
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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.
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All things are strange which are worth knowing.
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We all just keep moving, September. We keep moving until we stop.
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I'm lonely, whispered Doctor Callow. Don't be. There's a million worlds to play with.
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When the world changes, it stashes us away where we can't make it run the other way again.
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Magic is just a word for what’s left to the powerless once everyone else has eaten their fill.
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Funny how "question" contains the word "quest" inside it, as though any small question asked is a journey through briars.