Patricia A. McKillip Quotes

Only yesterday a young woman came to me wanting a trap set for a man with a sweet smile and lithe ar...

Those who fear the imagination condemn it: something childish, they say, something monsterish, misbe...

Epics are never written about libraries. They exist on whim it depends on if the conquering army lik...

But you must stop playing among his ghosts -- it's stupid and dangerous and completely pointless. He...

I did not want to think about people. I wanted the trees, the scents and colors, the shifting shadow...

I did not want to think about people. I wanted the trees, the scents and colors, the shifting shadow...

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

You--cannot ever be certain of those you love--that they will not hurt you, even loving you. But to ...

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

Shall I add a man to my collection?

Oh...if you were older...It is not a bad thing, itself, but it is a bad thing to be used by men, to ...

If you have no faith in yourself, then have faith in the things you call truth. You know what must b...

I need you to forgive me. And then perhaps I can begin to forgive myself. There is no one but you wh...

That's the beginning of magic. Let your imagination run and follow it.

A librarian had found the baby sitting abandoned on the sheer edge of the world; the librarians kept...

What are the thorns really telling her? It's why she won't let us see them, why she clings to them--...

Once I used my powers. Now I feel like a dancing instructor, reminding the queen whom she is dancing...

...that once were urgent and necessary for an orderly world and now were buried away, gathering dust...

The idea of fairyland fascinates me because it's one of those things, like mermaids and dragons, tha...

Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they...

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

Faey lived, for those who knew how to find her, within Ombria's past. Parts of the city's past lay w...

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

Kir stood close to his father, watching. He seemed, Peri realized, finally becalmed; already he look...

A net of words, he said at last, is more powerful than a net of rope.

Be patient, as you must always be patient with new pale seeds buried in the dark ground. When you ar...