89 Quotes by Kelly Barnhill

Everything you see is in the process of making or unmaking or dying or living. Everything is in a state of change.

I dream of a garden overripe and wild. Of a woman gathering the sea into her hands and letting it fall in many colored petals to a green, green earth. I dream of words on a page transforming to birds, and birds transforming to children, and children transforming to stars.

That’s the magic of revisions – every cut is necessary, and every cut hurts, but something new always grows.

She is doing that on purpose, he thought as he tried to force his own smile away from his wide, damp jaws. She is being adorable as some sort of hideous ruse, to spite me. What a mean baby!...Do not fall in love with that baby...

...Glerk walked, and Fyrian fluttered behind, from side to side and forward and back, like a troublesome, overlarge butterfly.

He hadn't set foot in the Tower since his apprenticeship days, but Antain felt it was high time to visit the Sisters, who had been, for him, a sort of short-term family----albeit odd, standoffish, and, admittedly, murderous. Still. Family is family...

And the things that they did not speak of began to outweigh the thing that they did. Each secret, each unspoken thing was round and hard and heavy and cold, like a stone hung around the necks of both grandmother and girl. Their backs bent under the weight of secrets.

She needs to be educated. She needs to know the contents of those books, there. She needs to understand the movements of the stars and the origins of the universe and the requirements of kindness...

I miss her,' Fyrian sobbed, 'My mother. I miss her so much. This witch should pay for what she's done.'Glerk stood tall as a mountain. He was serene as a bog. He looked at Fyrian with all the love in the world 'No, Fyrian. That answer is too easy, my friend. Look deeper.