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Robin McKinley Biography

Jennifer Carolyn Robin McKinley (born November 16, 1952), 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.

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I like to assume that since I drive a car and maintain a respectable credit rating and rarely murder anyone and bury them in the back garden unless they really deserve it, that the fact that I hear voices wont unduly disturb anyone.

Assume, Car, Garden, Voice, Wont

The magic in that country was so thick and tenacious that it settled over the land like chalk-dust and over floors and shelves like slightly sticky plaster-dust. (Housecleaners in that country earned unusually good wages. ) If you lived in that country, you had to de-scale your kettle of its encrustation of magic at least once a week, because if you didn't, you might find yourself pouring hissing snakes or pond slime into your teapot instead of water.

Country, Dust, Kettle, Like, Lived, Snakes

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

Honest, Intention, Perfect, Trying

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

Can Do, Know, Knows, Things, Want

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.

Given, Heart, Love, Silly, Sweet, Worst

Sungold blew impatiently and began to dig a hole with one foot. She booted his elbow with her toe and he stopped, but after a moment he lowered his head and blew again, harder, and she could feel him shifting his weight, considering if she might let him dig just a small hole.

Elbows, Feet, Foot, Head, Lowered, Weight

Because she was a princess she had a pegasus.

Pegasus, Princess

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.

Chocolate, Hot, Killer, Sucker, Sunshade, Zebras

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.

Class, Pretzel, Self, Sounded, Yoga

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.

Floor, Look, Looks, Mirrors, Pace, Things

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.

Clear, Equally, Fate, Name, Names

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

Dangerous, Friend, Thoughts, True, True Friend

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.

Doe, Like, Onions, Pane, Pushing Back

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

Anxiety, Food, Fried, Pickles, Potatoes, Side

Can't all beasts be tamed?

Beast, Beasts, Tamed

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.

Aerinha, Blades, Flame, Kings, Men, Thinking

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.

Fate, Littles, Odd, Preparing, Time, Trail

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

Lose, Loses, Said, Trust, Trust Me

For anyone who is: just keep writing. Keep reading. If you are meant to be a writer, a storyteller, it'll work itself out. You just keep feeding it your energy, and giving it that crucial chance to work itself out. By reading and writing.

Crucial, Feeding, Giving, Reading, Storyteller, Writing

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.

Adventure, Daylight, Everything, Night, Ordinary

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