Patricia A. McKillip
18 quotes
Biography
"The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more."
"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 do have no choice."
"Epics are never written about libraries. They exist on whim; it depends on if the conquering army likes to read."
"He kissed her anyway, lightly on the cheek, before she turned to get her coat, thinking how long he had known her and how little he knew her and how little he knew of how much or little there was in her to know."
"What concern of mine are your affairs? Or Coren’s? What kind of peace would there be in me or in my house if I took interest in the wars and feuds that you weave in the courts below? I do not understand such things. I understand only what lies within my walls."
"I do not want to choose which one of you I must love or hate. Here, I am free to do neither. I want no part of your bitterness."
"Men see what they are most afraid of."
"Wisdom never learned silence, and it is most annoying when least wanted."
"“The Riddle Master himself lost the key to his own riddles one day,” he said in his deep, reed-pure voice, “and he found it again at the bottom of his heart.”"
"I was running from my own thoughts as much as anything. I simply wanted to untangle myself from the web I had touched. A single, sticky, quivering strand of it was all I needed to warn me away. I did not want to think about people. I wanted the trees, the scents and colors, the shifting shadows of the wood, which spoke a language I understood. I wished I could simply disappear in it, live like a bird or a fox through the winter, and leave the things I had glimpsed to resolve themselves without me."
"Water has its moods, flowing or still; it can lure you like a lover, or look as bleak as a broken heart."
"I could not find my way back in dreams, I knew then. They were memory and desire, terror and hope; they told me only what I already knew."
"“Love is what we say it is,” she said fiercely. “That’s all I know. That’s all anyone knows about it. I’m sorry.”"
"She lies like the moon lies, a different face every night, all but one of them false, and the one true face as barren and hard as stone. Why do you believe her?"
"Do you care for me at all? Or do you only need me?"
"I didn’t know anymore what love meant, or why we were not all better off without it."
"Perhaps there had never been anything at all to see."
"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 fool, not for wanting him, but for wanting more of him than that."