Then you will have to trust me. Beyond logic, beyond reason, beyond hope, trust me. — Patricia A. McKillip
[Imagination] must be visited constantly, or else it begins to become restless — Patricia A. McKillip
Love is an obsolete emotion, ranking in usefulness somewhere between earwigs and toe mold. — Patricia A. McKillip
Peace, tremulous, unexpected, sent a taproot out of nowhere into Morgan’s heart. — Patricia A. McKillip
The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more. — Patricia A. McKillip
Those who fear the imagination condemn it: something childish, they say, something — Patricia A. McKillip