“ 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
“ But dear, you hate to sew.I will be married soon. Lady Thiel says a woman with needlework in her hands is generally assumed to have no other thoughts in her head and can safely harbor any number of im… Patricia A. McKillip
“ The giant Grof 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. -Cyrin Patricia A. McKillip
“ 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 li… 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 dive in among the trees, and the autumn winds shoke suddenly at his heels. She sad d… Patricia A. McKillip
“ Faey lived, for those who knew how to find her, within Ombria's past. Parts of the city's past lay within time's reach, beneath the streets in great old limestone tunnels: the hovels and mansions and… 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 knows about it anyway. Fairyland lies only in the eye of the be… Patricia A. McKillip
“ 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
“ Epics are never written about libraries. They exist on whim it depends on if the conquering army likes to read. Patricia A. McKillip
“ What are the thorns really telling her? It's why she won't let us see them, why she clings to them--or they cling to her--as though she got herself buried in a bramble thicket and she can't get out an… 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 can begin to think again. But now is the time to feel. Patricia A. McKillip
“ The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more. Patricia A. McKillip
“ Her eyes met his. Garner started, feeling the implosion like a silent lightning bolt all through him. Those eyes, as green as river moss, watched him just above the surface of the water. Her pale hair… 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
“ 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 lo… Patricia A. McKillip
“ The river narrowed, quickened, its surface trembling like the eyes of dreamers. 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 deep within me, and there was no other place in the world I would rather have been th… Patricia A. McKillip
“ He was sitting in moonlight and candlelight, scratching the head of some beast that looked to Vevay a cross between a lion and a bear. It had black pelt, a flat, broad, fanged face, a powerful bulky b… Patricia A. McKillip
“ [...]at the end of a breathless day when the air seemed so heavy and full of molten light, everyone sweated drops of gold instead of brine. Patricia A. McKillip
