Quotes from Kelly Link

Because love isn't just love. It's all he other stuff, too.

Because love isn't just love. It's all the other stuff, too.

He just mumbled, Quit it, Bunnatine. Love me alone. Or something like that.

The boy is loved. The loved one suffers. All loved ones suffer. Love is not enough. Love is enough. The thing that you wished for. Was this it?

If you called the faery handbag by its right name, it would be something like 'orzipankianikcz,' which means the 'bag of skin where the world lives,' only Zofia never spelled that word the same way twice. She said you had to spell it a little differently each time. You never wanted to spell it exactly the right way, because that would be dangerous.

There was a difference between art, which you just looked at, and things like soap, which you used. Even if the soap smelled so good that you didn't want to use it, only smell it. This was why people got so pissed off about art. Because you didn't eat it, and you didn't sleep on it, and you couldn't put it up your nose. A lot of people said things like That's not art when whatever they were talking about could clearly not have been anything else, except art.

Dragons eat the things that they're curious about.

When you do for other people (Fran's daddy said once upon a time when he was drunk, before he got religion) things that they could do for themselves, but they pay you to do it instead, you both will get used to it.

Some writers write to escape reality. Others write to understand it. But the best writers write in order to take possession of reality, and so transform it.

What you deserve and what you can stand aren't necessarily the same thing

Time is many things, her father told her. Time is a circle, and time is a great turning gear that cannot be stopped, and time is a river that carries away what you love.

There were two girls in a room. They were reading a book. Now there are two wolves.

If you want to succeed faster, there's nothing for it but to fail faster and better.

está muy cansada de sentirse agradecida con la gente.

Look. All books are weird when you think about it.... It goes without saying that real life is also weird.

Life is a series of sudden disappearances, leave-takings without the proper goodbyes.

You may very well ask what the goddess of love is doing in St. Andrews, writing trashy romances. Adapting.

A monster. You and your friends, all of you. Pretty monsters. It's a stage all girls go through. If you're lucky you get through it without doing any permanent damage to yourself or anyone else.

You have to salvage what you can, even if you're the one who buried it in the first place.

Remember, when you don't know what to do, it never hurts to play Scrabble. It's like reading the I Ching or tea leaves.

You were going to travel for love, without shoes, or cloak, or common sense. This is one of the things a woman can do when her lover leaves her. It's hard on the feet perhaps, but staying at home is hard on the heart, and you weren't quite ready to give up on him yet.

Sometimes it is safer to read maps with your feet.

Nobody tells her to shut up. It would be pointless. Amy has a large heart and an even larger mouth. When it rains, Amy rescues worms off the sidewalk. When you get tired of having a secret, you tell Amy. Understand: Amy isn't that much stupider than anyone else in the story. It's just that she thinks out loud.

The Customer isn't always right. Sometimes the customer is an asshole. That's the first rule of retail.