Catherynne M. Valente
Catherynne M. Valente
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NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth5 May 1979
CountryUnited States of America
betrayal hate heart
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.
book joy library
A library is never complete. That’s the joy of it. We are always seeking one more book to add to our collection.
people library sound
She sounds like someone who spends a lot of time in libraries, which are the best sorts of people.
profound metamorphosis
Metamorphosis is the most profound of all acts.
heart stubborn want
She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat.
girl cat years
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.
book stories way
Stories have a way of changing faces. They are unruly things, undisciplined, given to delinquency and the throwing of erasers. This is why we must close them up into thick, solid books, so they cannot get out and cause trouble.
happens
That’s what happens to friends, eventually. They leave you. It’s practically what they’re for.
sleep kissing wind
One can never be sure,” the Green Wind sighed. “There is always the danger of kisses where sleeping maids are concerned. But you are safe now, and for awhile yet, and why worry about a thing that may never come to pass? Do not ruin today with mourning tomorrow.
butterfly childhood way
Marya pinned out her childhood like a butterfly. She considered it the way a mathematician considers an equation.
sweet mean home
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 with all their jewels on.
country tea want
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.
book heart doors
A book is a door, you know. Always and forever. A book is a door into another place and another heart and another world.
confused mind stories
He tried to reconstruct the story in his mind, but it kept getting confused, bleeding into itself like watercolors.