But her heart was so cold that she could hold ice in her mouth and it would never melt. — Catherynne M. Valente
She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat. — Catherynne M. Valente
No one is now what they were before the war. There’s just no getting any of it back. — Catherynne M. Valente
However wretched her origins, she chose freely to continue her crimes against — Catherynne M. Valente
Children make prayers so thoughtlessly, building them up like sand castles—and — Catherynne M. Valente