Catherynne M. Valente Quotes
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His parties have room for all. Come on in. Nobody to look at you funny in here. Nobody to tell you not to have that drink, kiss that fella, smash that chair, light that chandelier on fire. Do it all. Do it all forever.
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Breaking things heals a great many hurts. This is why children do it so often.
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She was a vengeful goddess and her will was absolute.
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But it is difficult for men to disbelieve a woman who insists that she wishes to serve them, and he nodded assent.
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Sell your soul and half your shoes for a glass of gin.
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Funniest thing about love, how it shakes loose when no one's looking. How the dark helps it along. Maybe that's why we dug caves so much, way back when.
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A house is a kind of box you put a girl in.
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It is in the nature of winds to Snatch and Grasp at things, and Blow Them Away.
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I still want to kiss you. To feel the life in you seize on the life in me. Raw and fresh and new.
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But if you must be clever, then be clever. Be brave. Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.
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The best way to be the kind of girl you want to be is to do what that girl would do.
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Wouldn't you like to have comrades?' But she would not like that. She wanted only to rest and to read her old, rain-swollen books, turning the pages carefully, so carefully.
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How I adore you, Marya. How well I chose. Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.
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We must not dwell on what we were in our salad days when soup days steam now upon the table!
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I sell Damascus steel, folded and intricate, dug up from the earth, practically useless, desirable only to lovers of the arcane, the beautiful, the old. No
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Draw the world the way you want it. Draw it and it will be.
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How long your hair has grown. You could strangle a man in it.
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I am the plague which will burn through the marrow of the Anointed City.
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But the Tsar of Death and the Tsar of Life greatly feared one another, for Death is surrounded by souls, and is never lonely, and the Tsar of Life had hidden his death away in a place deeper than secrets, and more secret than depth.
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Don't worry, my little lump of rock. Everybody gets a chance to choose. Or else where would irony come from?
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And that is the last lesson of childhood: You spend all your years fighting against the injustice of big folk and their big rules until you are ready to rule yourself.
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That is the trouble with standing up to people, of course. Once you start doing it, you can hardly stop.
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Of late, she had felt coldness in herself, and though she feared it, she loved it too, for it made her strong.
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Nobody came without their sequins roaring.