You see, that hunger inside us, that ambition, or whatever you may choose to call it, is a compass really, a compass of true… — Kathe Koja Copy Share Image
“Tess felt for a moment that she might cry, coughed instead, a watery cough worse than a sob” — Kathe Koja Copy Share Image
“leading her away from the worktable to sit on the unmade couchbed, lumpy pillows, blankets humped sad and cold.” — Kathe Koja Copy Share Image
“As the invaders caught the villagers and tore into them, they made soothing, crooning noises that somehow drowned out the shrieking. They strangled the… — Kathe Koja Copy Share Image
“The verge, he likes to say. That's where we want them, the utter, utter verge.” — Kathe Koja Copy Share Image
I'm just going to jump and say:hey Mom, Dad, I'm gay, What's for dessert? — Kathe Koja Copy Share Image
The stage is not only a world apart, it is a myriad of worlds, and in those worlds a man can have anything he… — Kathe Koja Copy Share Image
To work and work and never mind why; if you kept looking for the why behind everything you might never work again, you might… — Kathe Koja Copy Share Image
“smile again, something older, colder than reptilian, cold as the oldest brain of all speaking, short wordless bursts, the back of the back of… — Kathe Koja Copy Share Image
“Recalling those gone times, old memories lit by the fire of the new, I did not this time wonder how long it would last;… — Kathe Koja Copy Share Image
“She opened my closet door just the tiniest crack. So I could breathe.” — Kathe Koja Copy Share Image
