“I came back." "Suppose you hadn't?" "I came back! Why can't you understand, instead of thinking as though your brains are made of oak. Athol's son, with his hair and eyes and vision -" "No!" Tristan said sharply. Eliard's fist,… — 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 princess fell in love with a young man who loved to draw pictures.' 'Like Ducon.' 'Very like your cousin. Every day for a year, she gave him a rose. She would pick it at dawn from… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share
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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