Kelly Link Quotes
You have to salvage what you can, even if you're the one who buried it in the first place.
Everyone knows that wizards are pigheaded and come to bad ends.
Remember, when you don’t know what to do, it never hurts to play Scrabble. It’s like reading the I Ching or tea leaves.
A monster. You and your friends, all of you. Pretty monsters. It's a stage all girls go through. If you're lucky you get through it without doing any permanent damage to yourself or anyone else.
Whether or not this story has a happy ending depends, of course, on who is reading it. Whether you are a wolf or a girl.
Look. All books are weird when you think about it.... It goes without saying that real life is also weird.
The beloved may be treacherous, greasy-headed and given to evil habits, or else it can be a man in his late forties who works too much, or it can be an alarm clock.
I don't think I'm cut out for a job where you have to look professionally tidy. I prefer working in my pajamas and taking showers after lunch.
The zombies were like Canadians, in that they looked enough like real people at first, to fool you.
The initial spark usually has something to do with panic -- I'm due to turn in a story to a workshop or an editor. It's a terrible working method.
Becka was almost good looking enough to be on a reality dating show, but not funny looking or sad enough to be on one of the makeover shows.
The world is a dangerous place, full of people who don't trust each other. This is why I am staying up in this tree.
Topiary has always seemed like a good occupation, comparable in some ways to writing short fiction.
Part of you is always traveling faster, always traveling ahead. Even when you are moving, it is never fast enough to satisfy that part of you.
I think that we want to be led slightly astray when we're being told a story. Just a little wrong footed.
Becka might have been average in L.A., but average in L.A. is Queen of Mars in the visiting room of a federal penitentiary in North Carolina.
When I'm up for an award, there are usually two or three other things on the ballot that I like better than my own fiction.
You may very well ask what the goddess of love is doing in St. Andrews, writing trashy romances. Adapting.
I'd be flattered if someone said that my work is "too weird" for them. I value the uncompliment.
The Customer isn't always right. Sometimes the customer is an a**hole. That's the first rule of retail.
It's very unlikely that a writer is going to make a living by writing. So then the question is: how do you balance work, life, and writing? If you find out, please tell me.
It's night in the Free People's World Tree Library. All the librarians are asleep, ... between the pages of their enchanted novels.
Her chest feels very tight, as if she's suddenly full of poison. You have to keep it all inside. Like throwing yourself on a bomb to save everyone else. Except you're the bomb.
The loved one suffers. All loved ones suffer. Love is not enough to prevent this. Love is not enough. Love is enough. The thing that you wished for. Was this it?Here endeth the lesson.
The witch knew who had killed her and she snatched pieces of time, here and there, from the business of dying, to make her revenge.
There were two girls in a room. They were reading a book… Look again, and the room is empty. The end of the story will have to wait.
