Patricia A. McKillip famous quotes

Imagination is the golden-eyed monster that never sleeps. It must be fed; it cannot be ignored.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Sleep #Imagination #Golden

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.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Dream #Writing #Imagination

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 perfume in the wild rose. She is what the water says when it moves.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Moving #Eye #Moon

The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Book #Reading #People

It’s an odd thing, happiness. Some people take happiness from gold. Or black pearls. And some of us, far more fortunate, take their happiness from periwinkles.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#People #Black #Gold

At its best, fantasy rewards the reader with a sense of wonder about what lies within the heart of the commonplace world. The greatest tales are told over and over, in many ways, through centuries. Fantasy changes with the changing times, and yet it is still the oldest kind of tale in the world, for it began once upon a time, and we haven't heard the end of it yet.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Lying #Heart #Once Upon A Time

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

#Impossible #Worst #Inadequate

Here in Raine, I can walk with the sunlight on my face. I can speak to anyone who speaks to me. I can learn my daughter's language. I can be called the name I was given when I was born. Here I am no longer my own secret. Will you let me stay?
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Daughter #Names #Secret

What do you think love is- a thing to startle from the heart like a bird at every shout or blow? You can fly from me, high as you choose into your darkness, but you will see me always beneath you, no matter how far away, with my face turned to you. My heart is in your heart. I gave it to you with my name that night and you are its guardian, to treasure it, or let it whither and die. I do not understand you. I am angry with you. I am hurt and helpless, but nothing will fill the ache of the hollowness in me where your name would echo if I lost you.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Hurt #Heart #Blow

That's the beginning of magic. Let your imagination run and follow it.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Running #Imagination #Magic

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 you see. Behind what you expect to see. If you expect to see me, you do. I listen in places where no one expects me to be.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Looks #Behinds

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 of what he saw there
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Eye #Men #Mind

...that once were urgent and necessary for an orderly world and now were buried away, gathering dust and of no use to anyone.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Dust #World #Gathering

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 context that can't be transformed into food for the imagination.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Reality #Emotional #Imagination

Wisdom never learned silence, and it is most annoying when least wanted.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Silence #Annoying #Wanted

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.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Hate #Bitterness #Want

Men see what they are most afraid of.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Men

The moon grew full, then slowly pared itself down until it shriveled into a ghostly boat riding above the roiling dark. Then it fell out of the sky. They climbed into it, left land behind, and floated out to sea.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Dark #Moon #Sea

There was the gaudy patch of sunflowers beside the west gate of the palace of the Prince of Ombria, that did nothing all day long but turn their golden-haired, thousand-eyed faces to follow the sun.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Long #Sunflower #Golden

Research the imagination. It was as obsolete as the appendix in most adults, except for those in whom, like the appendix, it became inflamed for no reason.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Imagination #Research #Adults

All I wanted, even when I hated you most, was some poor, barren, parched excuse to love you. But you only gave me riddles.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Love You #Excuse #Poor

Love and anger are like land and sea: They meet at many different places.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Sea #Land #Different

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 his second language.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Silence #Foxes #Language

When you put your hands and mind and heart into the knowing of a thing ... there is no room in you for fear.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Heart #Knowing #Hands

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 way across the flow.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Rivers #Rocks #Land

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.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Sweet #Men #Yesterday

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 have courage or trust or understanding or the will to do it, but you know what must be done. You can't turn back. There is now answer behind you. You fear what you cannot name. So look at it and find a name for it. Turn your face forward and learn. Do what must be done. -Deth to Morgon, Prince of Hed-
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Fear #Names #Understanding

Epics are never written about libraries. They exist on whim; it depends on if the conquering army likes to read.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Army #Epic #Library

There are no simple words. I don't know why I thought I could hide anything behind language.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Simple #Language #Behinds

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 white house. I would do that for you and no other man inthe relm. But it would be a lie and I will do anything but lie to you - I swear that.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Beautiful #Kings #Memories

Peace, tremulous, unexpected, sent a taproot out of nowhere into Morgan's heart.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Heart #Unexpected

Shall I add a man to my collection?
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Men #Add #Collections

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, and there was no other place in the world I would rather have been than in the cold night riding to you. When you opened your gates to me, I was home.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Home #Night #Journey

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 own laws, and many living things dwell in it.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Moving #Night #Wind

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. His name formed his core; ring upon ring of silence built around it. His face rose high above the forests. Gripped to earth, bending to the wind's fury, he disappeared within himself, behind the hard, wind-scrolled shield of his experiences.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Hair #Hands #Wind

Then you will have to trust me. Beyond logic, beyond reason, beyond hope, trust me.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Logic #Trust Me #Reason

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 stir them up, and you seem eager to drag out all the sad old bones of his history and make them dance again. It's not nice, and it's not fair.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Nice #Stupid #Trying

I don't teach lies, but I do not teach all I know is true.
-- Patricia A. McKillip

#Lying #Teach