Elizabeth Hand

But talent—if you don't encourage it, if you don't train it, it dies. It might run wild for a little while, but…

— Elizabeth Hand

“I nodded, unsure if Ted sounded admiring or angry. 'I waded in but I couldn't find him. I mean, is it possible…

— Elizabeth Hand

I never think about genre when I work. I've written fantasy, science fiction, supernatural fiction, and am now working on a suspense…

— Elizabeth Hand

There is a love of wood, as of other things that do not answer to our touch.

— Elizabeth Hand

“Our gaze changes all that it falls upon. ”

— Elizabeth Hand

Endless longing; a face you'd known since childhood, since birth almost; a body that moved as though it were your own. These…

— Elizabeth Hand

“[Poetry] was a form of incantation, a means of welding the world inside his head to the one that surrounded him, words…

— Elizabeth Hand

Real myths are often strange and startlingly unfamiliar, and don't always give up their meanings easily; you have to tease them out,…

— Elizabeth Hand

“If the retreat house was a trap, it was a very nice one.”

— Elizabeth Hand

I wanted to have very strong female characters. I just thought it was always the way the world should be.

— Elizabeth Hand

“Her earliest memory was of wings. Luminous red and blue, yellow and green and orange; a black so rich it appeared liquid,…

— Elizabeth Hand

It sounds creepy, but I always liked the idea of disappearing then becoming something new. That of course was before I disappeared.

— Elizabeth Hand

I went to college to study drama where I discovered I had no talent and after a period of dropping out majored…

— Elizabeth Hand

“At the door I paused. 'So what was your spirit animal?' 'A dolphin. Fun in the sun, endless summer. What about you?'…

— Elizabeth Hand

“Christmas was gone. Brendan didn’t even hate it, because how could you hate something that was dead?”

— Elizabeth Hand

The irruption of the supernatural into our world is a much more enticing notion to explore than the same thing happening in…

— Elizabeth Hand

“No lights shone beyond the windows of his room. The reflection from the bedside lamp seemed insubstantial as a candle flame; the…

— Elizabeth Hand

You build a character, a shell, and if you build it right, something comes to live inside it.

— Elizabeth Hand