“Even when your eyes are closed, it feels black. As black as black ever gets, like if you touch it, your hand might get stuck in it, like tar or black quicksand or when you stretch out your hand at… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
I spend a lot of time loathing the sentences that I put down on the page. Once I'm past that phase, it doesn't really… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
In terms of style, too, I think I've been working with a somewhat limited -- although intentionally limited -- set of tools. So I'm… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
I didn't do anything as active as deciding that I wanted to be a writer. For one thing, I didn't feel like I was… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
“When his writing is going well, Gordon Strangle Mars likes to wake up at 6 a.m. and go out driving. He works out new… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
It's very unlikely that a writer is going to make a living by writing. So then the question is: how do you balance work,… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
Most of the things that I remember from childhood wouldn't make a particularly good story: rescuing worms during rainstorms, our schnauzer attacking a wheel… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
The beloved may be treacherous, greasy-headed and given to evil habits, or else it can be a man in his late forties who works… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
“Tell me which you could sooner do without, love or water.” “What do you mean?” “I mean, could you live without love, or could… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
You were going to travel for love, without shoes, or cloak, or common sense. This is one of the things a woman can do… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
A vampire is a flexible metaphor. You know, death, sex, change, stagnation, loss of self, loss of agency, having to keep one's real self… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
“If you were to say a witch's chess set instead of a witch's family , there would be some truth in that. Perhaps this… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
“Hildy has resigned herself to this, that life is a series of sudden disappearences, leavetakings without the proper good-byes. Someday she too might vanish.… — Kelly Link Copy Share Image
