Catherynne M. Valente
Catherynne M. Valente
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NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth5 May 1979
CountryUnited States of America
lonely memories men
I wonder sometimes what the memory of God looks like. Is it a palace of infinite rooms, a chest of many jeweled objects, a long, lonely landscape where each tree recalls an eon, each pebble the life of a man? Where do I live, in the memory of God?
beautiful girl two
But this is a story, and in a story there is always someone beautiful enough." - 'The Girl with Two Skins' from A Guide to Folktales in Fragile Dialects
memories maps knows
That’s what a map is, you know. Just a memory.
children believe unique
I believe we have an utterly unique specimen on our hands: a child who listens.
never-trust hundred never-trust-anyone
Never trust anyone under one hundred!
mother dog halloween
She liked anything orange: leaves; some moons; marigolds; chrysanthemums; cheese; pumpkin, both in pie and out; orange juice; marmalade. Orange is bright and demanding. You can't ignore orange things. She once saw an orange parrot in the pet store and had never wanted anything so much in her life. She would have named it Halloween and fed it butterscotch. Her mother said butterscotch would make a bird sick and, besides, the dog would certainly eat it up. September never spoke to the dog again — on principle.
years humanity earth
Humanity lived many years and ruled the earth, sometimes wisely, sometimes well, but mostly neither.
children dark dice
But lost children always find each other, in the dark, in the cold. It is as though they are magnetized, and can only attract their like.
sweet husband lying
Husbands lie, Masha. I should know; I've eaten my share. That's lesson one. Lesson number two: among the topics about which a husband is most likely to lie are money, drink, black eyes, political affiliation, and women who squatted on his lap before and after your sweet self.
prophecy equations
An equation is a prophecy that always comes true.
jobs naps games
All jobs are odd, or they would be games or naps or picnics.
silence wish littles
Tell it fast before you get scared and silence yourself. You'll never wish you'd held back a little more.
work-out way monsters
Monsters almost always are culture's way of working out their fears.
fun lying cat
Because I’m a cat. A big one, the Panther of Rough Storms, in fact. But still a cat. If there’s a saucer of milk to spill, I’d rather spill it than let it lie. If my mistress grows absent-minded and leaves a ball of yarn about, I’ll bat it between my paws, and unravel it. Because it’s fun. Because it’s what cats do best.