Robin McKinley Quotes

He will apologize or I'll give him a lesson in swordplay he will not like at all.

I wondered what you'd have on the side with a plate of Deep Fried Anxiety. Pickles? Coleslaw? Potato-strychnine mash?

Your attitude is perhaps a little unnecessarily rigorous " suggested Jack.

And if my choice is to sit graciously in my best robes and accept the inevitable or to bail a sea with a bucket give me the bucket.

The story is always better than your ability to write it.

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.

I almost wish I'd had the forethought to eat a tree myself.

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.

She fell asleep leaning on his chest and he edged her a little off a particularly painful bruise leaned his head back against the tree he had propped them up against and closed his own eyes.

Charlie is one of the big good guys in my universe.

the bus timetable sites are all run by an inbred cabal of malicious gnomes. Who don't speak English. And who don't count very well either. Or tell time. And they certainly can't read maps.

But the world turns and even legends change; and somewhere there is a border and sometime perhaps someone will decide to cross it however well guarded its thorns may be.

If you try to breathe water you will not turn into a fish you will drown; but water is still good to drink.

He didn't look insane or inhuman. He did look uncooperative.

Cannot a Beast be tamed?

Say yes babe or I'll spill you off over the Wall next time - got it?

Betrayal would be a different sort of sick.

As I have said you have no reason to trust me and an excellent reason not to.

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?

Because she was a princess she had a pegasus.

Can't all beasts be tamed?

I didn't want to know that the monster that lived under your bed when you were a kid not only really is there but used to have a few beers with your dad.

She thought I need no cup. I am Chalice. I am filling with the grief and hurt and fear of my demesne; the shattered earthlines weigh me down; I am brimming with the needs of my people.

Mice are terribly chatty. They will chat about anything and if there is nothing to chat about they will chat about having nothing to chat about. Compared to mice robins are reserved.

My capacity for invention is flash hot stark I thought. Sucker sunshade. Disembodied radar-reconnaissance. Not to mention Bitter Chocolate Death and Killer Zebras. Pity about the rest of me.

Cigars should be like onions " she said unfastening the catch and pushing back the pane. "Either the whole company does or the whole company does not.

There are things you don't want to know you can do

Can you trust me he said. Not will you. Can you. Can I trust him? What do I have to lose?

Those single-track military minds never think to ask their cleaning staff for help in giant lethal marauding creature matters.

Vampire. Dangerous. Unknowable. Seriously creepy. This one's name was Constantine. We'd met before.

He laughed tried to make it into a cough inhaled at exactly the wrong moment and then really did cough.

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.

I love you. I will love you till the stars crumble which is a less idle threat than is usual to lovers on parting.

Sometimes it is better not to know. Sometimes when you do know you just fold up.

It is a much more straightforward thing to be a dog and a dog's love once given is not reconsidered.

When they finished laughing they were on their way to being not just friends but the dearest of friends the sort of friends whose lives are shaped by the friendship.

Everything was an adventure at night when you were where you shouldn't be even if it was somwhere you could go perfectly well in daylight and it was then only ordinary.

With the knowledge of her aloneness came a rush of self-declaration: I will not be nothing.

The Lone Ranger of vampires. Did that make me Tonto?

All you did was sit there he said. Why are you so tired? I sat very diligently she said.

We kings do develop a certain ability to recognize objects under our noses.

Perhaps it is a human thing to look upon such beauty and fail to encompass it.

One keeps searching for ease she did not say and not finding it till the memories of no-pain seem only like daydreams.

...there remained a strange formality between them and her pleasure in his presence felt too much like missing him had felt during the last week.

One doesn't generally look into mirrors when one is especially angry; one has better things to do like pace the floor or throw things.

I long for another human face just as I fear it.

I've always been fascinated by the grassroots folktale level of a culture and as a storyteller I have to follow what seems to be leading me on.

What was new was the fact that despite my heart doing its fight-or-flight help-we're-prey-and-HEY-STUPID-THAT'S-A-VAMPIRE number I was glad to see him. Ridiculous but true. Scary but true.

Tiny fists can hurt quite a lot when they hit you in the face.

It's hard to look too grand when you're led by someone who looks like a pudding with legs.

If you wish I shall go personally to your City and knock together the heads of Perlith and Galooney.

[Harry] had always suffered from a vague restlessness a longing for adventure that she told herself severely was the result of reading too many novels when she was a small child.

I said with perfect honest "I have no intention of trying to take these suckers out by myself no.

It was too important a matter this talking to people and listening to them to do it lightly or often.

I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all which was almost as painful as the loss itself.

It seems to me further that it is very odd that fate should leave so careful a trail and spend so little time preparing the one that must follow it.

Laughter went on and on like sunlight and stone even if the human beings who laughed did not.

Yes I am letting my own experience color my answer which is what experience is for....

it goes something like 'There are a lot of ways to be yourself.

The train is roaring toward you and the villain is twirling his moustache and you're fussing that he's tied you to the tracks with the wrong kind of rope.

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.

The insides of our own minds are the scariest things there are.

I advise those who want to become writers to study veterinary medicine which is easier. You don't want to be a writer unless you have no choice - and if you have no choice good luck to you.

[Gonturan] is a true friend but a friend with thoughts of her own and the thoughts of others are dangerous.

the touch of evil poisons by the idea of it. Reject the idea and you've rejected the evil

Tsornin's nostrils showed red but his ears were as alert as ever and occasionally he would rub his nose gently against the nape of her neck just in case she was momentarily not thinking about him.

Tell me who you are. You need not tell me your name. Names have power even human ones. Tell me where you live and what you do with your living.

The story is always better than your ability to write it. My belief about this is that if you ever get to the point that you think you've done a story justice you're in the wrong business.