Patricia A. McKillip Quotes
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Love and anger are like land and sea: They meet at many different places.
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...that once were urgent and necessary for an orderly world and now were buried away, gathering dust and of no use to anyone.
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Imagination is the golden-eyed monster that never sleeps. It must be fed; it cannot be ignored.
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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.
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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.
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Content, it dreams awake, and spins the fabric of tales. There is really nothing to be done with such imagery except to use it: in writing, in art.
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All I wanted, even when I hated you most, was some poor, barren, parched excuse to love you. But you only gave me riddles.
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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.
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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.
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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
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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-
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That's the beginning of magic. Let your imagination run and follow it.
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When you put your hands and mind and heart into the knowing of a thing ... there is no room in you for fear.
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I don't teach lies, but I do not teach all I know is true.
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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.
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Epics are never written about libraries. They exist on whim; it depends on if the conquering army likes to read.
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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.
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Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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I write fantasy because it's there. I have no other excuse for sitting down for several hours a day indulging my imagination. Daydreaming. Thinking up imaginary people, impossible places.
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Love is an obsolete emotion, ranking in usefulness somewhere between earwigs and toe mold.
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Then you will have to trust me. Beyond logic, beyond reason, beyond hope, trust me.
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Shall I add a man to my collection?
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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.
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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.
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Peace, tremulous, unexpected, sent a taproot out of nowhere into Morgan's heart.
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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.
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[Imagination] must be visited constantly, or else it begins to become restless and emit strange bellows at embarrassing moments; ignoring it only makes it grow larger and noisier.
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