Catherynne M. Valente Quotes
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A good, solid, beefy lie is too heavy to stand on its own. It needs smaller, quicker, more complicated lies to hold it up.
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I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.
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I'm an extra in your story. Well, you're an extra in mine, boy.
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I don't know why you would even bring up the Internet. The xeno-intelligence officer responsible for evaluating your digital communication required invasive emergency therapy after an hour's exposure.
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I am a practical girl, and a life is only so long. It should be spent in as much peace and good eating and good reading as possible and no undue excitement. That is all I am after.
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A father is nowhere near as valuable as a spoon.
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Being Necessary is food no less than cabbages and strawberry pies.
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Your past's a private matter, sweetheart. You just keep it locked up in xbox where it can't hurt anyone.
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What happens to anything beautiful? Viy ate it up.
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“First Law of Heroics.” The Monaciello grinned up at a confused September. “Someone has to tell you it’s impossible, or the Quest can’t go on."
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What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?
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But Fairyland is an old place, and old things have strange hungers.
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No good thing can last forever, because people are terrible and we have this feeling, we all have this feeling, that if not for that essential terribleness we could have gotten further by now. Done better. Done more.
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The day of the worst thing in the world was long and hot and bright, packed so full of summer autumn seeped out through the stitches.
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And hell, sometimes the best thing is to put on a black dress and become a wicked stepmother. There’s power in that, if you’re after power.
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It's a dreadful world with only your own heart to drive you.
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Time is communal, Marya Morevna, the most purely communal of all commodities. It belongs to us all equally.
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The smell of loving is a difficult one to describe, but if you think of the times when someone has held you close and made you safe, you will remember how it smells just as well as I do.
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Ragtime plinking, glasses clinking, choruses getting sung with only half the lyrics right, giggles bubbling over like a tower of champagne. It's a party, shaking down the dawn.
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And honey, everybody eats art and drinks stories. It's the best drunk there is!
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They climbed their ladders to wheedle and prune the trees into holiness
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She smelled like accounts receivable. She looked like old money.
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They leave when it’s over, exeunt, pursued by a bear with an empty porridge bowl.
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A house, a carriage, a balloon, a ship, a racing stallionocerosupine! Is that a thing? It sounds like it ought to be, so let’s say it is!