Quotes by Katherine Neville

Privacy - like eating and breathing - is one of life's basic requirements.

I don't believe in coincidences, young man… I believe only in destiny.

Kairos and tide wait for no man.  In the Greek tongue, there are two words for time: chronos and kairos.  The first means time as the sun passes through the heavens.  But kairos means the necessary moment - the critical instant when one must catch the tide or be swept under and utterly destroyed.

The vine represents the journey into the outer world, the quest.  The ivy describes the journey within, the labyrinth.

We danced all night.  Sam had tapes of Native American dances and chants to play on a portable cassette player, but we danced to everything - Uncle Laf's Zigeuner music, Hungarian rhapsodies, and Jersey's favorite wild Celtic songs that were feverishly danced, so she used to tell Sam and me, at every Irish wedding and every wake - fast and slow, exciting and magical, powerful and mysterious.
We danced barefoot around the fire, then outside in the dark meadow atop the mountain that smelled of the first cornflowers of early summer.  Sometimes we touched one another, held hands or danced in each other's arms, but often we danced alone, a different and fascinating experience.
As I danced on and on, it seemed that I truly felt my own body for the first time - not only more centered and balanced within itself, thought that was true too, but also completely connected in some mysterious fashion with the earth and sky.  I felt parts of me dying, falling away in pieces, spinning out into the universe and turning into stars in the vast midnight space, a space spangled with galaxies that seemed to go on forever.
We danced into the morning, until the coals of our fire had flickered out, then we danced out into the wildflower meadow once more, to see the first grey light of dawn bleeding red into the morning sky.  And still we kept on dancing...

A trait of our industry is to turn everything into an acronym.  I refer to this as the BOME - the Bane of My Existence.

There was something else about him, too - more difficult to explain, but still vivid in my memory after all these years.  There was a sort of volatile energy, like a harnessed atom kept under control only through great restraint.  Having seen this trait in just a few others during my lifetime, I've come to believe that it is, purely and simply, intelligence - but intelligence of such an enormous quantity that it's hard to imagine how it might all be used.  Those who possess this rare quality seem to contain a huge explosive, which trigger mechanism might go off with the slightest jar.  Such people speak softly, move slowly, and seem to bear with infinite patience the traffic they must have with the world.  But inside are mountains and seas of upheaval.