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Readers will always insist on adventures, and though you can have grief without adventures, you cannot have adventures without grief.

Catherynne M. Valente

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Catherynne M. Valente
Age: 45
Born: 1979
Born: May 5
Literary Critic
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Science Fiction Writer
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Cat Valente
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