Catherynne M. Valente Quotes
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How long was it, between the time when you were happy, and the time when you wanted to kill him?
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For a witch is nothing without her Spoon.
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You can't blame a book for its story.
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You’re better off - theatrical folk are nothing but a bundle of monologues and anxiety headaches.
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Everything is always happening all at once, in the present tense, forever, the beginning and the end and the denouement and the remaindering.
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Temptation likes best those who think they have a natural immunity, for it may laugh all the harder when they succumb.
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We hold demonstrations and civil wars when inequities are discovered.
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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.
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We always dreamed the same dreams, which was like living twice.
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"Remember this when you are queen," she breathed. "I told you my secrets."
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Every person draws a map that shows themselves at the center. But that does not mean that no other countries exist.
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This is what a grown-up looks like, thought September. Not like the grown-ups in my world who look sad and disappointed and grimy with work and bored with everything.
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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.
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Everybody was terribly distracted by the seemingly unending, white-hot, existential, logistical, mostly mundane troubles of their own day-to-day lives.
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Firebirds are such frustating quarry. One minute it's all fiery tail feathers and red talons and the next, nothing but ash and a sore seat.
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You can never know how your clock runs. But it does run - and always faster than you think.
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It’s the most marvelous and terrible thing in the world. Everyone, but everyone, is pretending to be someone else.
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Fairyland is a very Scientifick place. We subscribe to all the best journals.
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Sometimes, magic is like that. It lands on your head like a piano, a stupid, ancient, unfunny joke, and you spend the rest of your life picking sharps and flats out of your hair.
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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.
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Monsters almost always are culture's way of working out their fears.
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A house is a kind of box you put a girl in.
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There is no such thing as a good wife or a good husband. Only ones who bide their time.
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Pandemic, Pangaea, Panacea, Panoply. Those were all big words, to be sure, but as has been said, September read often, and liked it best when words did not pretend to be simple, but put on their full armor and rode out with colors flying.