“She hadn't loved Randolph Carter. He had been a man like many, so wrapped and rapt in his own story that there was no room for the world around him except as it served his own tale: the black men… — Kij Johnson Copy Share Image
“The soul often hangs in a balance of some sort. Tonight do I lie down in the high fields with Dirk Tanner or not?… — Kij Johnson Copy Share Image
“in the end she had not wanted a life spent treading water in his story. She still did not—and yet she regarded herself in… — Kij Johnson Copy Share Image
Waiting required a future to wait for: a falsehood. I know now that there is only now. I remember things that happened months (or… — Kij Johnson Copy Share Image
“There was for everything a possibility, an invisible pattern that could be made manifest given work and the right materials.” — Kij Johnson Copy Share Image
Happiness is the pleasantest of emotions; because of this, it is the most dangerous. Having once felt happiness, one will do anything to maintain… — Kij Johnson Copy Share Image
“She would never have a day that she did not see something and hear a voice in her mind say, “Remember this and then… — Kij Johnson Copy Share Image
“There would be sadness and nightmares. And there would be lovemaking and the holding close of children and friends and dogs -- affirmations of… — Kij Johnson Copy Share Image
“As a young woman, when she had been beautiful and had worn her hair short and her clothes loose to conceal that fact, she… — Kij Johnson Copy Share Image
“Love and memory and thought and dream ~ My favorite poems have never been written in words.” — Kij Johnson Copy Share Image
“He loved who he was: Randolph Carter, master dreamer, adventurer. To him, she had been landscape, an articulate crag he could ascend, a face… — Kij Johnson Copy Share Image
Because if something does go wrong, you'll need what you're feeling to matter, to someone somewhere, anyway. — Kij Johnson Copy Share Image
