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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
Way
River
Make
Rivers
Good
Across
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Flow
Rock
Rocks
Land
Word
Sticking

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Love is an obsolete emotion, ranking in usefulness somewhere between earwigs and toe mold.
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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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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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I don't teach lies, but I do not teach all I know is true.
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The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more.
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Men see what they are most afraid of.
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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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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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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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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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Love and anger are like land and sea: They meet at many different places.
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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.
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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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There are no simple words. I don't know why I thought I could hide anything behind language.
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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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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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