Best 54 quotes of Anne Mccaffrey on MyQuotes

Above us, outlined against the brilliant sky, dragons crowded every available perching space on the Rim. And the sun made a gold of every one of them.

At age 77, I need the help of someone with more energy than I can now summon to finish a book

Because we build the worlds we wouldn't mind living in. They contain scary things, problems, but also a sense of rightness that makes them alive and makes us want to live there.

But I will say that living in Ireland has changed the cadence and fullness of speech, since the Irish love words and use as many of them in a sentence as possible

But Ship Who Sang remains my favorite story. I really rocked folks with that and still cannot read it aloud myself without weeping at the end

Drummer, beat, and piper, blowHarper, strike, and soldier, goFree the flame and sear the grassesTil the dawning Red Star passes

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Fear has its uses but cowardice has none.

Fight only in direst need Not for lust or petty greed Honor those that do give birth Respect them well for their full worth

How much can a dragon carry? As much as it thinks it can

How could she have believed such an artificial life as the theatre was suitable?

I also don't have organized religion on Pern. I figured - since there were four holy wars going on at the time of writing - that religion was one problem Pern didn't need.

I did not have a chance to write novels until my youngest child started school fulltime

I don't often reread my own books, unless I am going into another in the series and need to refresh my mood when originating the concept

I do outlines when I'm writing with someone, but they also need to have a certain amount of freedom

I have always used emotion as a writing tool. That goes back to me being on the stage

I have a shelf of comfort books, which I read when the world closes in on me or something untoward happens

I have my good days and my bad days, but I don't have as much energy as I used to back when I was young and foolish and didn't count the cost - and it takes a lot - to write

I'm 78, I'm on my pension in Ireland, and all that good stuff

I'm very fond of the Talent series, and also the Crystal Singer trio.

I think the Internet, particularly the availability of information, is great. I do a lot of correspondence on-line and have a chat line to talk to my fans as well

I think writers need windows on a view to remind them that a whole world is out there, not the minutiae with which they might be dealing on a close scale

I wouldn't encourage new writers to start off publishing through electronic media... it still isn't wide enough for the readership they would need to get a good start

I would recommend the short story form, which is a lot harder to write since you have to be so careful with words, until there is plenty of time to doodle through a novel

James Blish told me I had the worst case of "said bookism" (that is, using every word except said to indicate dialogue). He told me to limit the verbs to said, replied, asked, and answered and only when absolutely necessary.

Living is struggling to do something impossible; To succeed or die, knowing that you had tried.

Make no judgments where you have no compassion.

My eyes are green, my hair is silver and I freckly; the rest is subject to change without notice.

Of course, an exhausting day at sail lines and nets left little energy to expend on running or laughing. Perhaps that was why her parents couldn't appreciate her music - it wouldn't appear to be hard work to them. Menolly shook her hands, letting them flap from her wrists. They ached and trembled from the constricted movements and tension of an hour of intensive playing. No, her parents would never understand that playing musical instruments could be as hard work as sailing or fishing.

People have freaked out when I tell them that my dragons are scientifically based... what else can you call a genetically engineered life form?

Step by step Moment by moment We live through Another day

Tell a story! Don't try to impress your reader with style or vocabulary or neatly turned phrases. Tell the story first!

Tell the readers a story! Because without a story, you are merely using words to prove you can string them together in logical sentences.

That's such a thrill - a story I wrote at the beginning of my career, and it's still packin' the house.

The blackest night must end in dawn, the light dispel the dreamer's fear.

The horse, the noblest, bravest, proudest, most courageous and certainly the most perverse and infuriating animal that humans ever domesticated

The thing is, emotion - if it's visibly felt by the writer - will go through all the processes it takes to publish a story and still hit the reader right in the gut. But you have to really mean it.

To cry was to release all sorts of ugly little pressures and tensions. Like waking out of a long, dark dream to a sun-filled day.

What I used to do between writing fits was feed my kids, ride my horse and go shopping for cat and dog food.

Who wills, Can. Who tries, Does. Who loves, Lives.

Your music can be played easily and well by any half-stringed harper or fumble-fingered idiot. Not that I'm maligning your songs. It's just that they're an entirely different kettle of fish-to use a seamanly metaphor-to Domick's. Don't you judge your songs against his standard! More people have already listened to your melodies and liked them than will ever hear Domick's, much less like them.

all the time complaining at me that she could have had a career dancing topless at the Orbital Grill and Rendezvous Parlor. Her and her perky breasts. Yasmin, I told her, all the girls have perky breasts in zero-g, you were nothing special, you’re lucky a good man took you away from all that.

Children's voices - even those who couldn't carry the tune - are always appealing.

Harper to your word be true Holder, crafter you also hew To honesty, integrity, and respect All others without regard to intellect

Has been done. Can be done. Must be done...

I feel obliged to explain that I thought for quite a few years that I had lost my daughter to pirates during the Phoenix incident," she said. "The first thing anyone knew, the legitimate colony was gone and heavyworlders had moved in. I harbored a very deep resentment that they were living on that bright and shiny new planet while I grieved for my daughter. It's affected my good judgment somewhat ever since." Lunzie swallowed. "I apologize for indulging myself with such a shockingly biased generalization. It's the pirates I should hate, and I do." [...] "But I'm learning. I'm learning. I'm especially learning [...] I'm gradually learning to accept each person as an individual, and not as just a representative of their subgroup or species. Each one is individual to his, her, itself and can't be lumped in with his, her or its peer group.

It is time to end a story that began in sorrow and ordeal and has ended in a deep and lasting happiness. May it be so for others.

My nightly craft is winged in white, a dragon of night dark sea. Swift born, dream bound and rudderless, her captain and crew are me. We've sailed a hundred sleeping tides where no seaman's ever been And only my white-winged craft and I know the wonders we have seen.

None of my family is good at being patient. It's why we all become doctors.

Reading has not gone out of fashion in the last number of years, nor in the ones while you slept in the asteroid belt. Your relatives do not wish to expose themselves to deep thought, lest they be affected by it.