79 Quotes by Kelly Link

Sometimes it is safer to read maps with your feet.

I’m grateful when stories come in a rush, although I keep an eye on them afterwards, to see whether they hold together. It’s harder to judge the ones that took so long to finish. With those, I’ve lost perspective. Mostly I’m just glad that I can be done with them.

As if our happiness, our good fortune, might rub off, contestants ask us for a light: they brush up against us in the halls, pull strands of hair off our clothing. Whenever we leave our bed, our room – not often – two or three are sure to be lurking just outside our door.

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

She put her feet down gently. The whole world was made of glass, and the glass was full of champagne, and Bunnatine was a bubble, just flicking up and up and up.

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

I’d be flattered if someone said that my work is “too weird” for them. I value the uncompliment.

The initial spark usually has something to do with panic – I’m due to turn in a story to a workshop or an editor. It’s a terrible working method.

Her chest feels very tight, as if she’s suddenly full of poison. You have to keep it all inside. Like throwing yourself on a bomb to save everyone else. Except you’re the bomb.