I don't differentiate in the way that the genre creators want differentiation to be made. I feel that I have never written… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
Write what you want to read. The person you know best in this world is you. Listen to yourself. If you are… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
...like a grain of sand that gets into an oyster's shell. What if the grain doesn't want to become a pearl? Is… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
I didn’t want to know that the monster that lived under your bed when you were a kid not only really is… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
I advise those who want to become writers to study veterinary medicine, which is easier. You don't want to be a writer… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
Stay a little while longer, and let everyone congratulate you - including the ones who clearly don't want to: in fact, especially… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
But the uproar this caused was nothing compared with the uproar when Katronia noticed [Rosie] had also cut her eyelashes. Various negotiations… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
It's hard to look too grand when you're led by someone who looks like a pudding with legs. — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
“The most serious drawback to the telling-nothing approach is that it made that much more of a mystery of what had happened, and the… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
The magic in that country was so thick and tenacious that it settled over the land like chalk-dust and over floors and shelves like… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
“There was something very odd about the carpet this morning… More hedgehogs? Many more hedgehogs? Positively a lake of hedgehogs?” — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
People forgot; it was in the nature of people to forget, to blur boundaries, to retell stories to come out the way they wanted… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
“But he hated to see his people people unhappy--because he was a good king, not because he was a nervous one--” — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
“[the sheep] sidled up beside him and bumped him lovingly with its head. Val looked at it sadly. "I am sorry, you ugly creature,"… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
“Rosie hated her curly golden hair. When she was old enough to hold minimal conversations, the itsy-bitsy-cutesycoo sort of grown-ups would pull the soft… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
“There was, too, a reality to her new life that her old life had lacked, and she realized with a shock that she had… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
Oh,' she said, too bone-weary to pretend: 'I would far rather that I love you as I saw yesterday I do than that I… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
