And every place and time an author writes about is imaginary, from Oz to Raymond Chandler's L.A. to Dickens's London. — Connie Willis Copy Share Image
“Cyril had staked out his claim and refused to move. "Move over!" I said, freeing one hand from holding the cat to push. "Dogs… — Connie Willis Copy Share Image
Shakespeare put no children in his plays for a reason," Sir Godfrey muttered, glaring at Alf and Binnie. "You're forgetting the Little Prince," Polly… — Connie Willis Copy Share Image
If King Harold had had swans on his side, England would still be Saxon. — Connie Willis Copy Share Image
“Sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean to inflict my rantings on you, even though we are destined to spend the rest of our lives… — connie willis Copy Share Image
A Grand Design we couldn't see because we were part of it. A Grand Design we only got occasional, fleeting glimpses of. A Grand… — Connie Willis Copy Share Image
“Well, at least she’s asserting herself, and you don’t have to worry about her having ‘squelched girl syndrome,’ ” she said. Mary Clare ignored that.” — Connie Willis Copy Share Image
“Show tunes are great. Stephen Sondheim. Rodgers and Hammerstein. Wicked. Rent. The Music Man. Almost any musical will do. Except Cats.” “Why? Doesn’t it… — Connie Willis Copy Share Image
No," I said finally. "Slowness in Answering," she said into the handheld. "When's the last time you slept?" "1940" I said promptly, which is… — Connie Willis Copy Share Image
When you're a writer, the question people always ask you is, "Where do you get your ideas?" Writers hate this question. It's like asking… — Connie Willis Copy Share Image
“We live in hope that the good we do here on earth will be rewarded in heaven. We also hope to win the war.… — Connie Willis Copy Share Image
“You can't go yet, not without telling us what all's happened to you since we saw you last." I faked amnesia, nearly killed Alan… — Connie Willis Copy Share Image
