Robin McKinley
Robin McKinley
Jennifer Carolyn Robin McKinley, known as Robin McKinley, is an American author of fantasy and children's books. Her 1984 novel The Hero and the Crown won the Newbery Medal as the year's best new American children's book...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionChildren's Author
Date of Birth16 November 1952
CountryUnited States of America
sweet silly heart
Roses are for love. Not silly sweet-hearts' love but the love that makes you and keeps you whole, love that gets you through the worst your life'll give you and that pours out of you when you're given the best instead.
world may legends
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.
beast tamed
Can't all beasts be tamed?
intelligent animal long-ago
It wasn't so long ago when all the so-called scientists said that humans were intelligent and that animals weren't, humans were the solitary unchallenged masters of the globe and probably the universe and the only question was whether we were handling our mastery well. (No. Next question.)
moments laughed
He laughed, tried to make it into a cough, inhaled at exactly the wrong moment, and then really did cough.
answers may firsts
...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.
naps choices favors
...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.
yoga self class
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.
military thinking track
Those single-track military minds never think to ask their cleaning staff for help in giant lethal marauding creature matters.
laughter stones sunlight
Laughter went on and on, like sunlight and stone, even if the human beings who laughed did not.
food anxiety potatoes
I wondered what you'd have on the side with a plate of Deep Fried Anxiety. Pickles? Coleslaw? Potato-strychnine mash?
past night support
There had been certain romantic interludes in the past that had included galloping across the desert at night; but he had never abducted any woman whose enthusiastic support for such a plan had not been secured well in advance.
being-yourself way
it goes something like 'There are a lot of ways to be yourself.
mother memories boys
...and again she wished for Sherwood, and the dappled roof of leaves that never weighed upon her. She pulled her scarf closer around her and thought, I would rather live in a hut in the woods; a hut like the one of my first memories, with a clean-swept dirt floor, and a brown-eyed boy watching me from behind his mother's skirts as I watched him from behind mine.