Robin McKinley Quotes
He laughed, tried to make it into a cough, inhaled at exactly the wrong moment, and then really did cough.
...My friend, there are some things that I cannot tell you. Some I will tell you in time; some, others will tell you; some you may never know, or you may be the first to find the answers.
What I write, if you have to label it, is crossover, and I think that much of the stuff that is called children's or YA is in fact crossover and is equally valid for anyone who likes to read fantasy.
All you did was sit there, he said. Why are you so tired? I sat very diligently, she said.
He looked at her rather as a man looks at a problem that he would very much prefer to do without. She supposed it was a distinction of a sort to be a harassment to a king.
I love you. I will love you till the stars crumble, which is a less idle threat than is usual to lovers on parting.
Yes, I am letting my own experience color my answer, which is what experience is for.
It's hard to look too grand when you're led by someone who looks like a pudding with legs.
Laughter went on and on, like sunlight and stone, even if the human beings who laughed did not.
Then marry me. For I love you, and I do not believe there is anything so wrong with you. You are fair in my eyes and you lie fair on my heart.
You are attempting to be logical, I suspect, and logic has little to do with government, and nothing at all to do with military administration.
the touch of evil poisons by the idea of it. Reject the idea, and you've rejected the evil
I said: "He cannot be so bad if he loves roses so much." "But he is a Beast," said Father helplessly. I saw that he was weakening, and wishing only to comfort him I said, "Cannot a Beast be tamed?"
One keeps searching for ease, she did not say, and not finding it, till the memories of no-pain seem only like daydreams.
If you try to breathe water, you will not turn into a fish, you will drown; but water is still good to drink.
And none at all has ridden at the king's side since Aerinha, goddess of honor and flame, first taught men to forge their blades. You'd think Aerinha would have had better sense.
I don't differentiate in the way that the genre creators want differentiation to be made. I feel that I have never written children's or YA stories particularly.
Those single-track military minds never think to ask their cleaning staff for help in giant lethal marauding creature matters.
There are always cats around Charlie's, but they are usually refugees seeking asylum from the local rat population, and rather desperately friendly.
Majid gave me a brief dazzling golden stare and then half-lidded his eyes again. I know when my life is being threatened.
How does a hundred-and-eighty-pound man turn into a ninety-pound wolf? Where does the leftover ninety go? Does he park it in the umbrella stand overnight?
I have a mastery of the art of worrying that is a burden to me if I may not use it. --Robin
Jesse reached into a bottom drawer and brought out a bottle of... oh, hey, single-malt scotch. Some SOFs did know how to live.
Fairy godmothers?” said the king dubiously. “We’ll have a time getting that past the court council — and the bishop.
When you're feeding the second coachload of tourists that day you aren't thinking about the birthday party for fifty next week.
Sylvi wished she could gouge out the look in Dorogin's stony eyes, and change the course of history. She wished Fthoom had been eaten by a sea monster.
The most serious drawback to the telling-nothing approach is that it made that much more of a mystery of what had happened, and the nature of gossip abhors a vacuum of the unexplained.
You can be a really nasty, selfish little jerk when you're scared enough. I was scared enough.
What this world doesn't have is the three-wishes, go-to-the-ball-and-meet-your-prince, happily-ever-after kind of magic. We have all the mangling and malevolent kinds. Who *invented* this system?
Slowly, painfully, I let go. It was like prying my own fingers off the edge of the cliff. And that hurt too-particularly the falling part, and not being sure what was at the b
I'd always had a guilty preference for fiction. Since I seemed now to be living fiction, this proved to have been an entirely reasonable choice.
Can you trust me, he said. Not will you. Can you.Can I trust him?What do I have to lose?
Although when there were too many people around- which there certainly were today- it was hard even to remember to say thank you: all those people were like drowning.
