Catherynne M. Valente Quotes
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“Am I truly such a villain? Is it really a cage if it’s the size of the world?” “Yes,” said Emily, Charlotte, and Anne together, rather more loudly than any of them expected.
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What happens to anything beautiful? Viy ate it up.
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But Fairyland is an old place, and old things have strange hungers.
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He considers it for a moment and spits out the seeds, which sprout, quickly, into tiny junk blossoms sizzling with recursive algorithms. The algorithms wriggle through thorny vines, veins of clotted pink juice.
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Tamburlaine's house seemed more a place where books kept their people than where people kept their books.
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A good, solid, beefy lie is too heavy to stand on its own. It needs smaller, quicker, more complicated lies to hold it up.
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Don't you know how far women stretch?
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I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.
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No good thing can last forever, because people are terrible and we have this feeling, we all have this feeling, that if not for that essential terribleness we could have gotten further by now. Done better. Done more.
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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.
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What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?
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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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I don't know why you would even bring up the Internet. The xeno-intelligence officer responsible for evaluating your digital communication required invasive emergency therapy after an hour's exposure.
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She smelled like accounts receivable. She looked like old money.
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Ragtime plinking, glasses clinking, choruses getting sung with only half the lyrics right, giggles bubbling over like a tower of champagne. It's a party, shaking down the dawn.
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Children are natural practitioners of the Queer and the Questing, for childhood is nothing but a quest through a queer country. Of course, they often have a good deal of trouble with the Quiet.
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She had a highly developed sense of humor which in some lights looked a bit like a sense of justice.
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“First Law of Heroics.” The Monaciello grinned up at a confused September. “Someone has to tell you it’s impossible, or the Quest can’t go on."
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That’s the only way to look at things, I always say,” propounded the Duke. “Slantways, sideways, and upside down.”
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It's a dreadful world with only your own heart to drive you.
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I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.
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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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The day of the worst thing in the world was long and hot and bright, packed so full of summer autumn seeped out through the stitches.
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They leave when it’s over, exeunt, pursued by a bear with an empty porridge bowl.