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He looked so sorry and miserable as he pushed me out the door. It stung. It always stings when there's this whole story going on and you're really just a B-plot walk-on who only got a look at three pages of the script.
Catherynne M. Valente -
My heart yields dividends unseen; thou art my soul's annuity.
Catherynne M. Valente
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They leave when it’s over, exeunt, pursued by a bear with an empty porridge bowl.
Catherynne M. Valente -
I'm gonna be good at something other than marrying, darlings. Besides, I don't want them. I don't even wanna screw them, how am I gonna marry them?
Catherynne M. Valente -
What was a person, if not the things they knew and the face they wore?
Catherynne M. Valente -
How poor you are, September. You make my heart groan. I know about Homesickness. It begins with H. What will you do?
Catherynne M. Valente -
The opposite of Calypso is apocalypse.
Catherynne M. Valente -
Yet humanity could not conceive. It tried and tried, and called mighty wizards from every corner of its earthly kingdom, but no child came. Many mourned, and said that a child was a terrible idea to begin with, ...
Catherynne M. Valente
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I do not serve your personal issues, Morevna. I serve the People, and the People will have crimes against their body answered. You fought at Leningrad. So did I. Why should he be spared?' 'Somebody ought to be.
Catherynne M. Valente -
I want to skip this part. I want to pull on the arm of my slot machine and let the rolls flip over until they show a green tree in the summertime, and me away from that house, walking tall under a blue sky.
Catherynne M. Valente -
You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you.
Catherynne M. Valente -
Iago shrugged his furry shoulders. “As you like. Saves me the work of picking the lock with my incisor."
Catherynne M. Valente -
They climbed their ladders to wheedle and prune the trees into holiness
Catherynne M. Valente -
A good, solid, beefy lie is too heavy to stand on its own. It needs smaller, quicker, more complicated lies to hold it up.
Catherynne M. Valente
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You humans, you know, whoever built you sewed irony into your sinews.
Catherynne M. Valente -
A father is nowhere near as valuable as a spoon.
Catherynne M. Valente -
But it is difficult for men to disbelieve a woman who insists that she wishes to serve them, and he nodded assent.
Catherynne M. Valente -
Do not ruin today with mourning tomorrow.
Catherynne M. Valente -
I burn, I freeze; I am never warm. I am rigid; I forgot softness because it did not serve me.
Catherynne M. Valente -
September waited. She long ago learned that if she waited and blinked and behaved like a pupil, eventually someone would lecture her on something.
Catherynne M. Valente
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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."
Catherynne M. Valente -
So you don’t love him. Why would you look for love with a man? How could a man ever understand you?
Catherynne M. Valente -
It is such a hard work to keep your heart hidden! And worse, bt the time you find it easy, it will be harder still to show it.
Catherynne M. Valente -
When the aliens come, there’ll be one queue to fight them and one queue to fuck them, and the second one’ll be longer by light-years.
Catherynne M. Valente