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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.
    — Patricia A. McKillip
    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.
    — Patricia A. McKillip
    Love is an obsolete emotion, ranking in usefulness somewhere between earwigs and toe mold.
    — Patricia A. McKillip
    tags: emotion 
     
    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
    tags: poor 
     
    That's the beginning of magic. Let your imagination run and follow it.
    — Patricia A. McKillip
    tags: magic  imagination 
     
    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.
    — Patricia A. McKillip
    tags: awake  writing  dreams 
     
    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
    tags: dark  sky  moon 
     
    [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.
    — Patricia A. McKillip
    Then you will have to trust me. Beyond logic, beyond reason, beyond hope, trust me.
    — Patricia A. McKillip
    tags: trust  logic  hope 
     
    Love and anger are like land and sea: They meet at many different places.
    — Patricia A. McKillip
    tags: anger 
     
    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
    Wisdom never learned silence, and it is most annoying when least wanted.
    — Patricia A. McKillip
    tags: silence  wisdom 
     
    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
    tags: fear  heart  knowing  mind 
     
    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
    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
    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
    tags: fantasy  time  heart  world  lies  wonder 
     
    Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all.
    — Patricia A. McKillip
    tags: impossible 
     
    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
    tags: happiness  people  black 
     
    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
    The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more.
    — Patricia A. McKillip
    tags: people  book 
     
    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
    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
    tags: living  darkness  law  night  fire 
     
    Imagination is the golden-eyed monster that never sleeps. It must be fed; it cannot be ignored.
    — Patricia A. McKillip
    tags: sleep  imagination 
     
    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
    ...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
    tags: world 
     
    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
    tags: hate 
     
    Men see what they are most afraid of.
    — Patricia A. McKillip
    tags: men  afraid 
     
    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
    I don't teach lies, but I do not teach all I know is true.
    — Patricia A. McKillip
    tags: lies  true 
     
    Epics are never written about libraries. They exist on whim; it depends on if the conquering army likes to read.
    — Patricia A. McKillip
    tags: read  library 
     
    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
    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
    tags: sad  ghost  dance  dangerous 
     
    Shall I add a man to my collection?
    — Patricia A. McKillip
    tags: men 
     
    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
    tags: men  eyes  mind 
     
    Peace, tremulous, unexpected, sent a taproot out of nowhere into Morgan's heart.
    — Patricia A. McKillip
    tags: peace  heart 
     
    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
    tags: men  memory  lies  beautiful  earth  age 
     
    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
    tags: language  silence 
     
    There are no simple words. I don't know why I thought I could hide anything behind language.
    — Patricia A. McKillip
    tags: thoughts  language 
     
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