You will always go into that tent. You will see her scar and wonder where she got it. You will always be amazed at how one woman can have so much black hair. You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. You will always run away with her. You will always lose her. You will always be a fool. You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear. You have already done all of this and will do it again.
Catherynne M. ValenteWell enough. I won't ask you if your love is true or any of that rotโit's not my place to judge. After all, I'm a naked woman chained to a wall; I've no business questioning the lifestyles of wine-makers or anyone else.
Catherynne M. ValenteEveryone is afraid of you and when folk are afraid of a person it usually means the person is cruel in some way, and I think you are cruel, Miss Marquess, but please donโt punish me for saying it. I think you know youโre cruel. I think you like being cruel. I think calling you cruel is the same as calling someone else kind. And I donโt want to run errands for someone cruel.
Catherynne M. Valente