There are no simple words. I don't know why I thought I could hide anything behind language.
Patricia A. McKillipImagination is the golden-eyed monster that never sleeps. It must be fed; it cannot be ignored.
Patricia A. McKillipThe 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. McKillipI 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