I have tried to write stories that go into the underworld of myth and bring out life and fire โ where the old world looked at a woman alone and immortal and said: she must long to die, I have tried to say: look at her live!
Catherynne M. ValenteIt 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.
Catherynne M. ValenteI burn, I freeze; I am never warm. I am rigid; I forgot softness because it did not serve me.
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'm sure you've heard people talk about their Heart's Desireโwell that's a load of rot. Hearts are idiots. They're big and squishy and full of daft dreams. They flounce off to write poetry and moon at folk who aren't worth the mooning. Bones are the ones that have to make the journey, fight the monster, kneel before whomever is big on kneeling these days. Bones do the work for the heart's grand plans. Bones know what you need. Hearts only know want.
Catherynne M. Valente