“The student asks: If my redstone necklace had every view of every veil that ever brightened, would I be wise? The master answers: If I had a thousand pieces of a priceless vase, would I be rich?” — Kay Kenyon Copy Share Image
“The student asks: If my redstone necklace had every view of every veil that ever brightened, would I be wise? The master answers: If… — Kay Kenyon Copy Share Image
“We must love all of creation, not only what is common. A god may have the head of an elephant, after all.” — Kay Kenyon Copy Share Image
“The awful, ironic, glorious fix for the writing doldrums is to write the next page.” — Kay Kenyon Copy Share Image
“3,117 people had lost their lives in the flood. And the king had missed breakfast” — Kay Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Even when I’m writing about shape shifters and magical lands, I’m looking into my own heart.” — Kay Kenyon Copy Share Image
“It was always easy to think that happiness and wisdom lay in the shadows, in places that have never yet been seen.” — Kay Kenyon Copy Share Image
“He didn't know which he preferred: the Red, with its fatalistic and pious acceptance of all futures, or the Misery, acknowledging that the more… — Kay Kenyon Copy Share Image
“He had always thought that death was black nothingness, but he had not counted on being awake for it.” — Kay Kenyon Copy Share Image
“A novel in progress doesn't have a clear, forward process. It’s messy, like a beloved, balky child.” — Kay Kenyon Copy Share Image
“I love storytelling when the writing spins through me like photons on their way to lighting the world.” — Kay Kenyon Copy Share Image
