Patricia A. McKillip

“Be patient, as you must always be patient with new pale seeds buried in the dark ground. When you are stronger, you…

— Patricia A. McKillip

“I wish you were small again, so I could hold you in my arms and comfort you. But you are grown, and…

— Patricia A. McKillip

“He exuded ambiguities she decided, that was his fascination. His mouth spoke; his eyes said something other: his smile belied everything.... He…

— Patricia A. McKillip

[Imagination] must be visited constantly, or else it begins to become restless and emit strange bellows at embarrassing moments; ignoring it only…

— Patricia A. McKillip

I thought of you with your hair silver as snow all through that cold, slow journey from Sirle. I felt you troubled…

— Patricia A. McKillip

I don't teach lies, but I do not teach all I know is true.

— Patricia A. McKillip

“When he held a candle across the threshold, the black swallowed the fire completely. When he tried to step across it, he…

— Patricia A. McKillip

Do you become in visible?' 'No. I'm there, if you know how to look. I stand between the place you look at…

— Patricia A. McKillip

“Morgan," he whispered, "I wish you had not been someone I loved so.”

— Patricia A. McKillip

“Tell me the story of the locket.' 'Once upon a time, my lord, in the best and the worst of all possible…

— Patricia A. McKillip

Love and anger are like land and sea: They meet at many different places.

— Patricia A. McKillip

When you put your hands and mind and heart into the knowing of a thing ... there is no room in you…

— Patricia A. McKillip

“He finally took his harp out of the cobwebs, walked out the door, and admitted who he was: the Unforgiven.”

— Patricia A. McKillip

“He had no place in the world, he said once, therefore he could go everywhere.”

— Patricia A. McKillip

“The tutor's eyelids drooped; his thoughts drained out of his face like water seeping into earth.”

— Patricia A. McKillip

All I wanted, even when I hated you most, was some poor, barren, parched excuse to love you. But you only gave…

— Patricia A. McKillip

“Once I used my powers. Now I feel like a dancing instructor, reminding the queen whom she is dancing with at this…

— Patricia A. McKillip

“That man would betray his own shadow. And for what? A child's tale.' 'Is it?' Mag looked at her. 'Is it only…

— Patricia A. McKillip

Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all.

— Patricia A. McKillip

“The idea of fairyland fascinates me because it's one of those things, like mermaids and dragons, that doesn't really exist, but everyone…

— Patricia A. McKillip

“In sixteen years since then, she had changed beyond recognition, and he had not changed by a moment, being the same dispassionate,…

— Patricia A. McKillip

Imagination is best fed by reality, an odd diet for something nonexistent there are few details of daily life and its broad…

— Patricia A. McKillip

“But dear, you hate to sew. I will be married soon. Lady Thiel says a woman with needlework in her hands is…

— Patricia A. McKillip

“He could pick my heart like a rose and watch it wither in his hand. Sometimes I think he is like that.…

— Patricia A. McKillip

“He ran from her suddenly, swift and quiet like a mountain cat among the high peeks of Eld mountain. She watched him…

— Patricia A. McKillip