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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.

Patricia A. McKillip

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Patricia A. McKillip
Age: 76
Born: 1948
Born: February 29
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Salem
Oregon
Patricia Anne McKillip
Rocks
Land
Word
Sticking
Way
River
Make
Rivers
Good
Across
Like
Flow
Rock

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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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Peace, tremulous, unexpected, sent a taproot out of nowhere into Morgan's heart.
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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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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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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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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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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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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 than in the cold night riding to you. When you opened your gates to me, I was home.
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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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Love and anger are like land and sea: They meet at many different places.
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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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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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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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Shall I add a man to my collection?
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Love is an obsolete emotion, ranking in usefulness somewhere between earwigs and toe mold.
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The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more.
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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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Men see what they are most afraid of.
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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.
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There are no simple words. I don't know why I thought I could hide anything behind language.
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