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I looked at this man and thought: Oh, how we are going to hurt each other.

Catherynne M. Valente

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Catherynne M. Valente
Age: 45
Born: 1979
Born: May 5
Literary Critic
Novelist
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Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Seattle
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Cat Valente
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We all just keep moving, September. We keep moving until we stop.
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The man who knelt before her would have sprung from her needles, even down the ghostly flecks of silver in his hair. She had not known before that she wanted all these things, that she preferred dark hair and a slightly cruel expression, that she wishes for tallness, or that a man kneeling might thrill her.
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I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.
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She knew herself, how she had slowly, over years, become a cat, a wolf, a snake, anything but a girl. How she had wrung out her girlhood like death.
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To touch a person...to sleep with a person...is to become a pioneer, she whispered then, a frontiersman at the edge of their private world, the strange, incomprehensible world of their interior, filled with customs you could never imitate, a language which sounds like your own but is really totally foreign, knowable only to them.
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She was not filled up with the sight of him, the way she had seen her sisters fill up, like silk balloons, like wineskins. Instead, he seemed to land heavily within her, like a black stone falling.
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Humanity lived many years and ruled the earth, sometimes wisely, sometimes well, but mostly neither.
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I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.
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It's Latin, which is an excellent language for mischief-making, which is why governments are so fond of it.
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You look like a winter night, he had told her when he had given it to her. I could sleep inside the cold of you.
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I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories. A war story is a black space. On the one side is before and on the other side is after, and what is inside belongs only to the dead.
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Death hath no dominion.
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Readers will always insist on adventures, and though you can have grief without adventures, you cannot have adventures without grief.
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I have all the books I could need, and what more could I need than books?
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She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat.
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Why should he be spared?' 'Someone ought to be.' And it will not be me. I have survived, but I have not been spared.
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