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. Robin McKinley More Quotes by Robin McKinley More Quotes From Robin McKinley 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. Robin McKinley dad beer kids She laughed at him then, because he sounded like a small boy, not like a very large grown-up Beast with a voice so deep it made the hair on the back of your neck stir when you heard it. 'But vegetables are good for you,' she said, and added caressingly, 'They make you grow up big and strong.' He smiled, showing a great many teeth. 'You see why I wish to eat no more vegetables. Robin McKinley growing-up strong boys But it was equally clear to her that this was her fate, that she had called its name and it had come to her, and she could do nothing now but own it. Robin McKinley clear fate names My sheets had never been so clean as they had in the past few months. I hardly got them on again before something else happened and I was feverishly ripping them off and stuffing them in the wash with double amounts of soap and all the "extra" buttons pushed: extra wash, extra rinse, extra water, extra spin, extra protection against things that go bump in the night. Robin McKinley water night past 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. Robin McKinley rope roaring track We kings do develop a certain ability to recognize objects under our noses. Robin McKinley certain kings noses If you wish, I shall go personally to your City and knock together the heads of Perlith and Galooney. Robin McKinley cities wish together 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. Robin McKinley zebras chocolate hot Those single-track military minds never think to ask their cleaning staff for help in giant lethal marauding creature matters. Robin McKinley track military thinking Laughter went on and on, like sunlight and stone, even if the human beings who laughed did not. Robin McKinley sunlight laughter stones She poured the water, arranged some bread near enough the embers to scorch but not catch fire, and looked up at Little John. She was so accustomed to his step, to his bulk, that it took a moment to notice his face; and when she did . . . It was, she thought, rather like the moment it took to realize one had cut one's finger as one stared dumbly at the first drop of blood on the knife-blade. You know it is going to hurt quite a lot in a minute. Robin McKinley cutting hurt fire One keeps searching for ease, she did not say, and not finding it, till the memories of no-pain seem only like daydreams. Robin McKinley pain ease memories 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. Robin McKinley bruises eye tree Oh,' she said, too bone-weary to pretend: 'I would far rather that I love you as I saw yesterday I do than that I had gone on worshiping you as I did not long since.' And she turned away hastily, and did not see that Little John would reach out to her; and half-running, went to Tuck's cottage, where she could pull on her half-dry clothes, and become a proper outlaw again. At least, she thought, fighting back tears, like this I am Cecil, with a place among friends, and a task to do. I am someone. I wonder if perhaps if I am no longer Cecil, I am no one at all. Robin McKinley fighting love-you running [Gonturan] is a true friend, but a friend with thoughts of her own, and the thoughts of others are dangerous. Robin McKinley true-friend dangerous 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. Robin McKinley kings men thinking He will apologize, or I'll give him a lesson in swordplay he will not like at all. Robin McKinley apologizing lessons giving The Lone Ranger of vampires. Did that make me Tonto? Robin McKinley lone-ranger rangers vampire I like that: a little pressure on the understood boundaries of yourself. Sounded like something out of a self-awareness class, probably with yoga. See what kind of a pretzel you can tie yourself into and press on the understood... I was raving, if only to myself. Robin McKinley yoga self class ...but with the hours I sometimes kept at the coffeehouse I had to have learned to take naps during the day or die, and I had learned to take naps. Up until five months ago "something or other or die" had always seemed like a plain choice in favor of the something or other. Robin McKinley favors choices naps
