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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.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Let us say I am something like a witch, and something like a jester, and something like a mother.
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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, ...
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Everyone has their invisible cloak of all things past.
Catherynne M. Valente
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"This is some hard-core, triple-X, keep-it-in-the-back-room-under-a-curtain, Alice in Wonderland action is what this is,” Decibel said with total delight.
Catherynne M. Valente
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She smelled like accounts receivable. She looked like old money.
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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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Calpurnia squinted through her goggles and thought to herself, That is a Key. Where there is a Key, there is yet hope.
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Some switches must be flipped, and some children cannot help turning off to on and on to off, just to see what will happen.
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The opposite of Calypso is apocalypse.
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They leave when it’s over, exeunt, pursued by a bear with an empty porridge bowl.
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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?
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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.
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The grass and the rivers and the stones and women and horses and more Stars and men and clouds and birds and trees came dancing through the afterbirth of the Mare
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No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough
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"Some who deserve failure do not achieve it,” he sniffed. “Some who deserve nothing are given the world.
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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!
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Iago shrugged his furry shoulders. “As you like. Saves me the work of picking the lock with my incisor."
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It's a law, a law of the universe. Like gravity or stupidity or how a minor chord always sounds sad.
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However unlikely it may seem, it is the truth and, therefore, one hundred percent likely.
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I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.
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You humans, you know, whoever built you sewed irony into your sinews.
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There is no end and no beginning. There is only we two, alone in the dark, for always.
Catherynne M. Valente
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...For grace may only be found briefly, and always in the midst of madness.
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