When you put your hands and mind and heart into the knowing of a thing ... there is no room in you for fear. — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“When you open your mind and hands and heart to the knowing of a thing, there is no room in you for fear.” — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“Be patient, as you must always be patient with new pale seeds buried in the dark ground. When you are stronger, you can begin… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share
“I wish you were small again, so I could hold you in my arms and comfort you. But you are grown, and you know… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share
“He exuded ambiguities she decided, that was his fascination. His mouth spoke; his eyes said something other: his smile belied everything… He played with… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share
[Imagination] must be visited constantly, or else it begins to become restless and emit strange bellows at embarrassing moments; ignoring it only makes it… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share
I thought of you with your hair silver as snow all through that cold, slow journey from Sirle. I felt you troubled deep within… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share
“When he held a candle across the threshold, the black swallowed the fire completely. When he tried to step across it, he felt nothing… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share
Do you become in visible?' 'No. I'm there, if you know how to look. I stand between the place you look at and the… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share
“Morgan," he whispered, "I wish you had not been someone I loved so.” — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share
“Tell me the story of the locket.' 'Once upon a time, my lord, in the best and the worst of all possible words, a… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share
Love and anger are like land and sea: They meet at many different places. — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share
When you put your hands and mind and heart into the knowing of a thing ... there is no room in you for fear. — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share
“He finally took his harp out of the cobwebs, walked out the door, and admitted who he was: the Unforgiven.” — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share
“He had no place in the world, he said once, therefore he could go everywhere.” — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share
“The tutor's eyelids drooped; his thoughts drained out of his face like water seeping into earth.” — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share
