Catherynne M. Valente
Catherynne M. Valente
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NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth5 May 1979
CountryUnited States of America
warm freeze softness
I burn, I freeze; I am never warm. I am rigid; I forgot softness because it did not serve me.
should survived ought
Why should he be spared?' 'Someone ought to be.' And it will not be me. I have survived, but I have not been spared.
mean light green-fields
When I say forever,' Koschei whispered, 'I mean until the black death of the world. An Ivan means just the present moment, the flickering light of it, in a green field, his mouth on yours. He means the stretching of that moment. But forever isn't bright; it isn't like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.
eye dancing house
Just remember that the only question in a house is who is to rule. The rest is only dancing around that, trying not to look it in the eye.
knives want use
If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.
perfect luck timing
Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.
running baby heart
It's saying no. That's your first hint that something's alive. It says no. That's how you know a baby is starting to turn 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 wouldn't even want to. No is the heart of thinking.
ideas might way
I'm not lost, because I haven't any idea where to go that I might get lost on the way to. I'd like to get lost, because then I'd know where I was going, you see.
writing novel ought
Someone ought to write a novel about me,
shining sparkle imagine
You know how we can be about things which sparkle and shine. We imagine they will put back something of what has been lost.
After love, no one is what they were before.
animal talking fool
Everybody's strange everywhere. Most of the trick of being a social animal is pretending you're not. But who do you fool? Nobody worth talking to.
hero knights years
I want to keep on living forever and watching heroes and fools and knights go up and down, into the world and out. I want to keep being myself and mind the work that minds me. Work is not always a hard thing that looms over your years. Sometimes, work is the gift of the world to the wanting.
thinking hands soul
I have made calculations that would beggar your soul. What is it that villains always say at the end of stories? You and I are more alike than you think? Well,” the Marquess took September’s hand in hers and very gently kissed it. “We are. Oh, how alike we are! I feel very warmly towards you, and I only want to protect you, as I wish someone had protected me. Come, September, look out the window with me. It’s not a difficult thing. A show of faith, let’s call it.