Pamela Dean

I was testing a hypothesis. But it was right, and then I had a unicorn to deal with. You can't just say, 'Thank you so much, go away now' to a unicorn, the way you can with atomic particles.

It did occur to me that the effect of good literature may be as dizzying as that of alcohol.

Seeming and knowing made hideous faces at one another across the breadth of her mind.

It's worse than treachery. He's using force. Is that worse than guile?