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Everyone has their invisible cloak of all things past.
Catherynne M. Valente
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There is no such thing as a good wife or a good husband. Only ones who bide their time.
Catherynne M. Valente
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But cheating has always been the purview of fairies, and as we are about to enter their domain, we ought to act in accordance with local customs.
Catherynne M. Valente
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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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I said: I could be a wolf for you. I could put my teeth on your throat. I could growl. I could eat you whole. I could wait for you in the dark. I could howl against your hair.
Catherynne M. Valente
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September drank in the starry sky with a longing and a tugging and a sigh. All the way up, to that enormous crescent in the black.
Catherynne M. Valente
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For a witch is nothing without her Spoon.
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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She always gave the impression of having accidentally wandered in from a mad scientist’s conference, and felt rather desperate to get back.
Catherynne M. Valente
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How else are you supposed to deal with people who like terrible things? Hit them with a shovel till they stop, that’s how.
Catherynne M. Valente
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But you like him already, I can tell. Even though we showed our teeth and were very clear about his being wicked.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Her heart ached as though a knife had quietly slipped between her ribs.
Catherynne M. Valente
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We hold demonstrations and civil wars when inequities are discovered.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Do not ruin today with mourning tomorrow.
Catherynne M. Valente
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You’re better off - theatrical folk are nothing but a bundle of monologues and anxiety headaches.
Catherynne M. Valente
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It is in the nature of winds to Snatch and Grasp at things, and Blow Them Away.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Nobody came without their sequins roaring.
Catherynne M. Valente
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We must not dwell on what we were in our salad days when soup days steam now upon the table!
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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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
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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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The ghosts will eat everything because the bellies of ghosts want the whole world, just to fill one tiny corner.
Catherynne M. Valente
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It’s the most marvelous and terrible thing in the world. Everyone, but everyone, is pretending to be someone else.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Monsters almost always are culture's way of working out their fears.
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