Oh, I will be cruel to you, Marya Morevna. It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be. But you understand, donโt you? You are clever enough. I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. But I am your servant. When you starve I will feed you; when you are sick I will tend you. I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased. For you alone I will be weak.
Catherynne M. ValenteI 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.
Catherynne M. ValenteThis is what comes of having a heart, even a very small and young one. It causes no end of trouble, and thatโs the truth.
Catherynne M. ValenteA book is a door, you know. Always and forever. A book is a door into another place and another heart and another world.
Catherynne M. Valente