Love is an obsolete emotion, ranking in usefulness somewhere between earwigs and toe mold.
Patricia A. McKillipWhat?" 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. McKillipI 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.
Patricia A. McKillipEpics are never written about libraries. They exist on whim; it depends on if the conquering army likes to read.
Patricia A. McKillip