She lies like the moon lies, a different face every night, all but one of them false, and the one true face as barren and hard as stone. Why do you b… - Patricia A. McKillip

When you put your hands and mind and heart into the knowing of a thing ... there is no room in you for fear.

Only yesterday a young woman came to me wanting a trap set for a man with a sweet smile and lithe arms. She was a fool, not for wanting him, but for wanting more of him than that.

I did not want to think about people. I wanted the trees, the scents and colors, the shifting shadows of the wood, which spoke a language I understood. I wished I could simply disappear in it, live like a bird or a fox through the winter, and leave the things I had glimpsed to resolve themselves without me.