All Patricia A. McKillip Quotes
- ...that once were urgent and necessary for an orderly world and now were buried away, gathering dust and of no use to anyone. Anyone
- Imagination is best fed by reality, an odd diet for something nonexistent there are few details of daily life and its broad range of emotional… Best
- The man was hit in one eye by a stone, and that eye turned inward so that it looked into his mind, and he died… Died
- But even in the schoolyard I'd been aware of that silence, that reserve in him, as though he'd been raised by foxes and language was… Aware
- Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all. All
- When you put your hands and mind and heart into the knowing of a thing ... there is no room in you for fear. Fear
- The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more. Always Wanted
- What?" It was a good word. Like a rock in a river, sticking up to let you land on it, so you could make your… Across
- She is our moon. Our tidal pull. She is the rich deep beneath the sea, the buried treasure, the expression in the owl's eye, the… Beneath
- Only yesterday a young woman came to me wanting a trap set for a man with a sweet smile and lithe arms. She was a… Arms
- If you have no faith in yourself, then have faith in the things you call truth. You know what must be done. You may not… Answer
- Those who fear the imagination condemn it: something childish, they say, something monsterish, misbegotten. Not all of us dream awake. But those of us who… All
- Epics are never written about libraries. They exist on whim; it depends on if the conquering army likes to read. Army
- There are no simple words. I don't know why I thought I could hide anything behind language. Anything Behind
- I would be mute, beautiful, changless as the earth for you. I would be your memory, without age, always innocent, always waiting in the King's… Age
- Peace, tremulous, unexpected, sent a taproot out of nowhere into Morgan's heart. Heart
- Shall I add a man to my collection? Add
- I thought of you with your hair silver as snow all through that cold, slow journey from Sirle. I felt you troubled deep within me,… All
- Night is not something to endure until dawn. It is an element, like wind or fire. Darkness is its own kingdom; it moves to its… Darkness
- Branches grew from his hands, his hair. His thoughts tangled like roots in the ground. He strained upward. Pitch ran like tears down his back.… Behind
- Then you will have to trust me. Beyond logic, beyond reason, beyond hope, trust me. Beyond
- But you must stop playing among his ghosts -- it's stupid and dangerous and completely pointless. He's trying to lay them to rest here, not… All
- Love and anger are like land and sea: They meet at many different places. Anger
- All I wanted, even when I hated you most, was some poor, barren, parched excuse to love you. But you only gave me riddles. All
- Do you become in visible?' 'No. I'm there, if you know how to look. I stand between the place you look at and the place… Behind