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“She passed a hand over her eyes. A year and more now, that she had needed glasses. 'Look', those glasses said from her desk. 'Look how much you are not like the others. You grow older and your eyes wear out. In case you could ever mistake yourself for belonging'. Marya supposed this was why no one asked after stolen fairy tale girls. What embarassment they turn out to be. They grow tempers; they join the army; they need glasses. Who wants them?”

Quote by Catherynne M. Valente

Work

Deathless

In this novel, the protagonist grapples with the concept of eternal life, set against the backdrop of a tumultuous historical period. The story delves into the complexities of human existence and the consequences of defying the natural order. more

Author

Catherynne M. Valente
Catherynne M. Valente

Catherynne M. Valente is an American novelist known for her works in fantasy and science fiction. Born on May 5, 1979, she has made a name for herself with her imaginative storytelling and poetic prose. Valente's writing frequently delves into themes of love, loss, and the human experience within fantastical settings. more

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“That evening the sexes of the quadrilles were reversed, with all the little girls as sailors, and all the little boys as grisettes – it was a ravishing sight. Nothing inflames lust like this sensual little switch: one is pleased to find in a little boy that which makes him resemble a little girl, and a girl is much more alluring when, in order to please, she borrows from the sex one would prefer her to have.”

“لیلی گفت: امانتی ات زیادی داغ است، زیادی تند است، خاکستر لیلی هم دارد میسوزد، امانتی ات را پس میگیری؟ خدا گفت: خاکسترت را دوست دارم، خاکسترت را پس میگیرم لیلی گفت: کاش مادر میشدم، مجنون بچه اش را بغل میکرد خدا گفت: مادری بهانه عشق است، بهانه سوختن، تو بی بهانه عاشقی، تو بی بهانه میسوزی لیلی گفت: دلم زندگی میخواهد، ساده، بی تاب، بی تب خدا گفت: اما من تب و تابم، بی من میمیری”

“Girls had changed. They had liberated themselves from their corsets only to throw themselves at the tyranny of the "diet plan." They were all coltish legs, bound chests and smooth scalps. They no longer whispered behind their hands and hid behind shy glances. They joked and drank, smoked and swore with the boys. Waistlines had slipped, fabrics were thin and morals were thinner.”

“И всегда будут короли, более или менее жестокие, бароны, более или менее дикие, и всегда будет невежественный народ, питающий восхищение к своим угнетателям и ненависть к своему освободителю. И все потому, что раб гораздо лучше понимает своего господина, пусть даже самого жестокого, чем своего освободителя, ибо каждый раб отлично представляет себя на месте господина, но мало кто представляет себя на месте бескорыстного освободителя.”