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“…she felt so old, so awfully old and worn, and so young all at once, raw as a wound.”
— Catherynne M. Valente, from Deathless
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But I’ve brought you to the snow, and the snow is the beginning and the end of everything…
The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making, Catherynne M. Valente
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That’s your first hint that something’s alive. It says ‘no.’ That’s how you know a baby is turning into a person. They run around saying no all day, throwing their aliveness at everything to see what it’ll stick to. You can’t say no if you don’t have desires and opinions and wants of your own. You woundn’t even want to. 'No’ is the heart of thinking.
Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Soared Over Fairyland and Cut the Moon in Two
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That’s your first hint that something’s alive. It says ‘no.’ That’s how you know a baby is turning into a person. They run around saying no all day, throwing their aliveness at everything to see what it’ll stick to. You can’t say no if you don’t have desires and opinions and wants of your own. You woundn’t even want to. 'No’ is the heart of thinking.
Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Soared Over Fairyland and Cut the Moon in Two
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But if you insist on being clever, then be clever. Be brave. Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.
Catherynne M. Valente, from Deathless
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But if you insist on being clever, then be clever. Be brave. Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.
Catherynne M. Valente, from Deathless
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The want survived any fight… It was wolf, tenacious. She could not remember, now, ever having felt happy or sad. Only hungry. Only empty, and greedy, and insatiable.
Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless
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A witch is just a girl who knows her mind.
Catherynne M. Valente, from “The Bread We Eat in Dreams,” The Bread We Eat in Dreams
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“There need never be any rules between us. Let us be greedy together; let us hoard. Let us hit each other with birch branches and lock each other in dungeons; let us drink each other’s blood in the night and betray each other in the sun. Let us lie and lust and take hundreds of lovers; let us dance until snow melts beneath us. Let us steal and eat until we grow fat and roll in the pleasures of life, clutching each other for purchase. Only leave me my death — let me hold this one thing sacred and unmolested and secret — and I will serve you a meal myself, served on a platter of all the world’s bounty. Only do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me, and no empress will stand higher.”
(Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless)
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"Forests have secrets,” he said gently. “It’s practically what they’re for. To hide things. To separate one world from another."
Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless
The want survived any fight... It was wolf, tenacious. She could not remember, now, ever having felt happy or sad. Only hungry. Only empty, and greedy, and insatiable.
Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless
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…she felt so old, so awfully old and worn, and so young all at once, raw as a wound.
Catherynne M. Valente, from Deathless
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…a terrible hunger for knowing things, for knowing everything.
Catherynne M. Valente, from Deathless
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deathless by catherynne m valente
“Marya,” she sighed. “No one is now what they were before the war. There is just no getting any of it back.”
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…she felt so old, so awfully old and worn, and so young all at once, raw as a wound.
Catherynne M. Valente, from Deathless
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"Forests have secrets," he said gently. "It’s practially what they’re for. To hide things. To separate one world from another."
Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless
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That’s your first hint that something’s alive. It says ‘no.’ That’s how you know a baby is turning into a person. They run around saying no all day, throwing their aliveness at everything to see what it’ll stick to. You can’t say no if you don’t have desires and opinions and wants of your own. You woundn’t even want to. 'No’ is the heart of thinking.
Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Soared Over Fairyland and Cut the Moon in Two