“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… — 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
“He ran from her suddenly, swift and quiet like a mountain cat among the high peeks of Eld mountain. She watched him… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“You--cannot ever be certain of those you love--that they will not hurt you, even loving you. But to make me certain to… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
What do you think love is- a thing to startle from the heart like a bird at every shout or blow? You… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“The young gentlemen who came calling seemed especially puzzling. They sat in their velvet shirts and their leather boots, nibbling burnt cakes… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
Love is an obsolete emotion, ranking in usefulness somewhere between earwigs and toe mold. — 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… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
[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… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
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