Imagination is best fed by reality, an odd diet for something nonexistent there are few details of daily life and its broad… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“She descended, not through the nearest hole as was her childhood habit, but more sedately down a marble staircase that began life… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“And then he left the palace to roam the streets of Ombria, where he painted shadows as he searched for light within… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“You can weave your life so long -- only so long, and then a thing in the world out of your control… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“Oh...if you were older...It is not a bad thing, itself, but it is a bad thing to be used by men, to… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“He exuded ambiguities she decided, that was his fascination. His mouth spoke; his eyes said something other: his smile belied everything… He played with the language of the Circle of Days like a child with an arsenal of twigs… His music said otherwise it seemed to echo through time out of a past as old as the stones on the… — 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 Image
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 Image
“When he held a candle across the threshold, the black swallowed the fire completely. When he tried to step across it, he felt nothing beneath his foot. Sometimes he heard rain, a bird-cry, wind soughing through tall trees; mostly he was aware only of an intimation of vastness, silence, as though he stood at the edge of a world. He… — 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 Image
“Morgan," he whispered, "I wish you had not been someone I loved so.” — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“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 Image
Love and anger are like land and sea: They meet at many different places. — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
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
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