Patricia A. McKillip Short Quotes

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Do you care for me at all? Or do you only need me?

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Perhaps there had never been anything at all to see.

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

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Wisdom never learned silence, and it is most annoying when least wanted.

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Love and anger are like land and sea: They meet at many different places.

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

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

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I didn't know anymore what love meant, or why we were not all better off without it.

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Love is an obsolete emotion, ranking in usefulness somewhere between earwigs and toe mold.

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Water has its moods, flowing or still; it can lure you like a lover, or look as bleak as a broken heart.

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Love is what we say it is, she said fiercely. That's all I know. That's all anyone knows about it. I'm sorry.

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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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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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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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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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He was silent a moment, struggling. He said finally, But you had a right to be angry.
Yes. But not to hurt those I love, or myself.

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I could not find my way back in dreams, I knew then. They were memory and desire, terror and hope; they told me only what I already knew.

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But, Corbet, there were things—between us—
You imagined many of them. You wanted them to be true, and so they were. But only to you.

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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.

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The Riddle Master himself lost the key to his own riddles one day, he said in his deep, reed-pure voice, and he found it again at the bottom of his 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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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.

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She lies like the moon lies, a different face every night, all but one of them false, and the one true face as barren and hard as stone. Why do you believe her?

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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.

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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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