“Christmas was gone. Brendan didn’t even hate it, because how could you hate something that was dead?” — Elizabeth Hand Copy Share Image
But talent—if you don't encourage it, if you don't train it, it dies. It might run wild for a little while, but it will… — Elizabeth Hand Copy Share Image
“I nodded, unsure if Ted sounded admiring or angry. 'I waded in but I couldn't find him. I mean, is it possible - the… — Elizabeth Hand Copy Share Image
I never think about genre when I work. I've written fantasy, science fiction, supernatural fiction, and am now working on a suspense novel. Genres… — Elizabeth Hand Copy Share Image
There is a love of wood, as of other things that do not answer to our touch. — Elizabeth Hand Copy Share Image
Endless longing; a face you'd known since childhood, since birth almost; a body that moved as though it were your own. These were things… — Elizabeth Hand Copy Share Image
“[Poetry] was a form of incantation, a means of welding the world inside his head to the one that surrounded him, words the fiery… — Elizabeth Hand Copy Share Image
Real myths are often strange and startlingly unfamiliar, and don't always give up their meanings easily; you have to tease them out, and for… — Elizabeth Hand Copy Share Image
I wanted to have very strong female characters. I just thought it was always the way the world should be. — Elizabeth Hand Copy Share Image
“Her earliest memory was of wings. Luminous red and blue, yellow and green and orange; a black so rich it appeared liquid, edible. They… — Elizabeth Hand Copy Share Image
It sounds creepy, but I always liked the idea of disappearing then becoming something new. That of course was before I disappeared. — Elizabeth Hand Copy Share Image
I went to college to study drama where I discovered I had no talent and after a period of dropping out majored in cultural… — Elizabeth Hand Copy Share Image
“At the door I paused. 'So what was your spirit animal?' 'A dolphin. Fun in the sun, endless summer. What about you?' 'Dee Dee… — Elizabeth Hand Copy Share Image
“Christmas was gone. Brendan didn’t even hate it, because how could you hate something that was dead?” — Elizabeth Hand Copy Share Image
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