Catherynne M. Valente
Catherynne M. Valente
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NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth5 May 1979
CountryUnited States of America
mazes walkers
I am the Walker and the Maze.
skeletons needs looks
Fairy tales have always been about getting through the worst of everything, the darkest and the deepest and the bloodiest of events. They are about surviving, and what you look like when you emerge from the trial. The reason we keep telling fairy tales over and over, that we need to keep telling them, is that the trials change. So the stories change too, and the heroines and villains and magical objects, to keep them true. Fairy tales are the closets where the world keeps its skeletons.
brides behinds
Death stands behind every bride, every groom.
queens self class
Here! 'Not thread nor glue, not nails nor screws, will ever self and shadow wed.' Helpful, those poet-types. Perhaps this one: 'Seek the grimy queen of dread machines, if you your errant shadow miss.' Now that's quite good! As a Prophetic Utterance, Third Class (Vague Hints and Mysterious Signs), you couldn't ask for better. It's downright plain-spoken!
mother children kissing
As all mothers know, children travel faster than kisses. The speed of kisses is, in fact, what Doctor Fallow would call a cosmic constant. The speed of children has no limits.
wise autumn winter
Autumn is the very soul of metamorphosis, a time when the world is poised at the door of winter - which is the door of death - but has not yet fallen. It is a world of contradictions: a time of harvest and plenty but also of cold and hardship. Here we dwell in the midst of life, but we know most keenly that all things must pass away and shrivel. Autumn turns the world from one thing into another. The year is seasoned and wise but not yet decrepit or senile.
proud littles looks
Respect me. Be proud, and if you love me, a little afraid, because love so often looks like fear. We are alike. We are alike.
morning feet soldier
Every morning is a battle between the superego and the id, and I am a mere foot soldier with mud and a snooze button on her shield.
way made dies
If I stop, I shall sink and die. That's the way I'm made. I have to keep going always, and even when I get where I'm going, I'll have to keep on. That's living.
hurt xbox past
Your past's a private matter, sweetheart. You just keep it locked up in xbox where it can't hurt anyone.
heart bones behinds
You're not in love if you keep your own heart bricked up behind your bones. You're only playing.
clothes house labyrinth
I can't imagine a decent maze that would be caught dead without a minotaur. It's not done! You don't go out of your house without any clothes on, and a minotaur doesn't go into the world without a labyrinth to keep him warm.
heart eat-your-heart
I am freedom and I will eat your heart
writing fire long
I have tried to write stories that go into the underworld of myth and bring out life and fire — where the old world looked at a woman alone and immortal and said: she must long to die, I have tried to say: look at her live!