“ Finally, she said: “I’m lonely” — it’s weird but you tell the wolves things, sometimes. You can’t help it, all these old wounds come open and suddenly you’re confessing to a wolf who never says anythi… Catherynne M. Valente
“ Welcome to the American sector! Feast your eyes on glorious Pluto, her wild frontier, her high standard of living, her rugged, hardworking citizens, her purple mountains majesty! Ride the mighty buffa… Catherynne M. Valente
“ Why do you need that thing?" September asked. "None of the airports back home have them.""They do. You just can't see them right," Betsy Basilstalk said with a grin. "All customs agents have them, oth… Catherynne M. Valente
“ When one is traveling, everything looks brighter and lovelier. That does not mean it IS brighter and lovelier; it just means that sweet, kindly home suffers in comparison to tarted-up foreign places w… Catherynne M. Valente
“ Perhaps memory is a thing that everyone involved has to work at, like stitching up a big quilt out of everything that ever happened to you. Catherynne M. Valente
“ Memory is like that. It alters itself so that girlsare always trapped under the earth, waiting in the dark. Catherynne M. Valente
“ The burnt-off connectors and shadows where Ravan once filled my spaces— those, I think, are the sensations of grief. Catherynne M. Valente
“ If he closed his eyes he could dwell in the circuit of air that had once held her, he could hold his breath and be inside her again, within the close and burning borders of her- she stood here, washed… Catherynne M. Valente
“ You can't trust just any old person who comes along with a hundred puffins and a pretty face! Catherynne M. Valente
“ No, not like this, when I have not seen you without your skin on, when I know nothing, when I am not safe. Not you, whose name all my nightmares know. Catherynne M. Valente
“ I’m not a Knight. I’m a Bishop. Or at least I am trying to be. And traveling with you is the most slantwise, backward thing I can possibly think of, which in this place probably means it’s the right t… Catherynne M. Valente
“ You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you. Catherynne M. Valente
“ The keeping of lists was for November an exercise kin to repeating of a rosary. She considered it neither obsessive nor compulsive, but a ritual, an essential ordering of the world into tall, thin jar… Catherynne M. Valente
“ Names aren't loners, they're connected, even in real life. You name your kids for someone dead or what you hope they will become or what you wish you were and your parents did the same to you and that… Catherynne M. Valente
“ Once more September marveled that even the Dodo knew what she wanted to be when she was grown. She simply could not think what she herself might do. September expected that destinies, which is how she… Catherynne M. Valente
“ September tried to show her sternness. It was becoming a habit. She could show her sternness and think about this another time, when it was quiet and no new red Moon turned somersaults in the sky. But… Catherynne M. Valente
“ The goblins of the city may hold committees to divide a single potato, but the strong and the cruel still sit on the hill, and drink vodka, and wear black furs, and slurp borscht by the pail, like blo… Catherynne M. Valente
