896 Quotes by Catherynne M. Valente

Oh, Marya Morevna! Do you know how the church-folk call me, me and my daughter Gamayun, when they paint us on their ceilings? They call us archangels, and say that we live in heaven, where no vine of sorrow or memory grows. That is where I sent you, not to heaven—tscha! I know nothing of that place. But to a place like the ceiling of a church.

A body needs a good memento mori to flush out the humors.

Tell it fast before you get scared and silence yourself.

Firebirds are such frustating quarry. One minute it's all fiery tail feathers and red talons and the next, nothing but ash and a sore seat.

You can't trust just any old person who comes along with a hundred puffins and a pretty face!

She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat.

If one did not have at least a little luck, one would never survive childhood. But luck can be spent, like money; and lost, like a memory; and wasted, like a life.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

He missed you like a fish in a bowl misses the open sea.