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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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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
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He does everything a Marshal does but twice as hard, twice as dirty, and without the soft and cushioning arms of the government to wipe his tears.
Catherynne M. Valente
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It is good that you ruined your face, because it brought you to me, but also because beautiful women rarely work strong magic.
Catherynne M. Valente
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You never feel so grown up as when you are eleven, and never so young and unsure as when you are forty.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Where there's a labyrinth, there's a minotaur, and vice versa! I can't imagine a decent maze that would be caught dead without a minotaur.
Catherynne M. Valente
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All jobs are odd, or they would be games or naps or picnics.
Catherynne M. Valente
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I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.
Catherynne M. Valente
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...For grace may only be found briefly, and always in the midst of madness.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Memory is like that. It alters itself so that girls are always trapped under the earth, waiting in the dark.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Over in the refrigerated section hang lies told so long ago and so often that they turned into the truth and get taught in history books.
Catherynne M. Valente
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You can't trust just any old person who comes along with a hundred puffins and a pretty face!
Catherynne M. Valente
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“Brother," he wept, "my heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it." "Tscha!" said the Tsar of Birds. "Life is like that.”
Catherynne M. Valente
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We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive. This is Russia and it is 1952. What else would you call hell?
Catherynne M. Valente
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Because the opposite of fascism isn't anarchy, it's theater. When the world is fucked, you go to the theater, you go to the shine, and when the bad men come, all there is left to do is sing them down.
Catherynne M. Valente
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I am sustained by Being Necessary.
Catherynne M. Valente
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If he lost everything else, pride, priapism, and producer credit, Decibel Jones would never, never give up his swagger.
Catherynne M. Valente
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You humans, you know, whoever built you sewed irony into your sinews.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Magic does that. It wastes you away. Once it grips you by the ear, the real world gets quieter and quieter, until you can hardly hear it at all.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Decibel Jones sighed and shook his head. Today was fired. Today was well and truly sacked. Today could, in point of fact, fuck all the way off.
Catherynne M. Valente
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If there are spells, they have a right to weave.
Catherynne M. Valente
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If enough lost things band together, even in the darkest depths, they aren’t really lost at all anymore.
Catherynne M. Valente
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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
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"Remember this when you are queen," she breathed. "I told you my secrets."
Catherynne M. Valente
