Perhaps that's how I should think of them, Polly thought, the troupe and Miss Snelgrove and Trot. And Sir Godfrey. Not as lost to her, but as removed to this moment in time for safekeeping. — 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
