Robin Mckinley Quotes

There are always cats around Charlie's, but they are usually refugees seeking asylum from the local rat population, and rather desperately friendly.

~ Robin Mckinley

Majid gave me a brief dazzling golden stare and then half-lidded his eyes again. I know when my life is being threatened.

~ Robin Mckinley

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?

~ Robin Mckinley

Dogs are very comforting when your world has exploded.

~ Robin Mckinley

I disliked promises on principle because my conscience made me keep them.

~ Robin Mckinley

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

~ Robin Mckinley

I have a mastery of the art of worrying that is a burden to me if I may not use it. --Robin

~ Robin Mckinley

Jesse reached into a bottom drawer and brought out a bottle of... oh, hey, single-malt scotch. Some SOFs did know how to live.

~ Robin Mckinley

It was Ebon's turn now, and he stepped forward and gave the pegasus' great clarion neigh -- far more like a trumpet than a horse's neigh; hollow bones are wonderful for resonance -- and swept his wings forward to touch, or almost touch, his alula-hands to her temples before he gave his own speech, in the half-humming, half-whuffling syllables the pegasi made when they spoke aloud, only she could understand what he was saying in silent speech. The words were just as stiff and silly (she was rather relieved to discover) as the ones she'd had t

~ Robin Mckinley

Fairy godmothers?” said the king dubiously. “We’ll have a time getting that past the court council — and the bishop.

~ Robin Mckinley

She had not meant to name them, but she could not help herself; and having done so she thought, Let their names be symbols that their lives are worth the keeping. Let them struggle a little the harder, to keep their names.

~ Robin Mckinley

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

~ Robin Mckinley

Swords. That is no faenorn ; that is slaughter.” The Grand Seneschal shrugged. “The Master did not protest. And, indeed, what weapon could he have suggested that would suit him any better?” “Fire,” she said. “He would not,” said the Seneschal. “You know he would not.

~ Robin Mckinley

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.

~ Robin Mckinley