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.
Those who fear the imagination condemn it: something childish, they say, something monsterish, misbegotten. Not all of us dream awake. But those of u… - Patricia A. Mckillip
Those who fear the imagination condemn it: something childish, they say, something monsterish, misbegotten. Not all of us dream awake. But those of u…
- Patricia A. Mckillip
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 na… - Patricia A. Mckillip
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 na…
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 contex… - 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 contex…
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 pe… - Patricia A. Mckillip
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 pe…
The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more. - Patricia A. Mckillip
The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more.
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 liv… - 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 liv…
Men see what they are most afraid of. - Patricia A. Mckillip
Men see what they are most afraid of.
Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all. - Patricia A. Mckillip
Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all.
That's the beginning of magic. Let your imagination run and follow it. - Patricia A. Mckillip
That's the beginning of magic. Let your imagination run and follow it.
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