I have made calculations that would beggar your soul. What is it that villains always say at the end of stories? You and I are more alike than you think? Well,โ the Marquess took Septemberโs hand in hers and very gently kissed it. โWe are. Oh, how alike we are! I feel very warmly towards you, and I only want to protect you, as I wish someone had protected me. Come, September, look out the window with me. Itโs not a difficult thing. A show of faith, letโs call it.
Catherynne M. ValenteBut if you must be clever, then be clever. Be brave. Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.
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. ValenteI still think of myself as a house. Ravan tried to fix this problem of self-image, as he called it. To teach me to phrase my communication in terms of a human body. To say: let us hold hands instead of let us hold kitchens. To say put our heads together and not put our parlors together. But it is not as simple as replacing words anymore. Ravan is gone. My hearth is broken.
Catherynne M. Valente