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Someone ought to write a novel about me.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Catherynne M. Valente
Age: 45
Born: 1979
Born: May 5
Literary Critic
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It appeals to the higher nature of the self to put aside food which once lived - I do not consider myself food, why should I ask all other creatures to consider themselves so?
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I have all the books I could need, and what more could I need than books?
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You humans, you know, whoever built you sewed irony into your sinews.
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Blue is for cruel bargains green is for daring what you oughtn’t violet is for brute force. I will say to you: Coral coaxes pink insists red compels. I will say to you: You are dear to me as attar of roses. Please do not get eaten.
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I looked at this man and thought: Oh, how we are going to hurt each other.
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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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And if they thought her aimless, if they thought her a bit mad, let them. It meant they left her alone. Marya was not aimless, anyway. She was thinking.
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Temptation likes best those who think they have a natural immunity, for it may laugh all the harder when they succumb.
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How much better if life were more like books, if life lied a little more, and gave up its stubborn and boring adherence to the way things can be, and thought a little more imaginatively about the way things might be.
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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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It is harder, usually, to find a person who wants to walk the streets of me, to taste the teas of my country, to... immigrate, you could say.
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That’s what happens to friends, eventually. They leave you. It’s practically what they’re for.
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The future is a messy, motley business, little girl.
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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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I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.
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All things are strange which are worth knowing.
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A girl in want of a Leopard still has feet.
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A book is a door, you know. Always and forever. A book is a door into another place and another heart and another world.
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The great blessing and great cruelty of youth is that there seems to be time enough.
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Metamorphosis is the most profound of all acts.
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