The melody faded like a rainbow after a storm, or like winds calming down at last; and what was left was calm, and possibility, and relief.
The Ozmists around him went iridescent emerald, like light striking a thousand whirring beetles in flight, gold and emerald, emerald and gold, the colors of Lurlinemas, the colors of pine polen in cha...
She claims they give her moral virtue too, but then she has buckets more of that than she needs.
Oh, everything is gorgeous once it's gone.
O beautiful, to make escapeAnd leave this world behind.Had I to stay another dayI'd lose my fucking mind!
Nothing in the Grimmerie on how to depose a tyrant - nothing useful... Nothing there that described why men and women could turn out so horrible. Or so wonderful - if that ever happens anymore.
Memory is part of the present. It builds us up inside; it knits our bones to our muscles and keeps our heart pumping. It is memory that reminds our bodies to work, and memory that reminds our spirits...
Lucrezia Borgia couldn't be moved by the sentiment, nor could she forgive the insult. Old woman. Old.
Lot of talky-talk in there, they had to open the windows to let the words out,
Look, she said, opening it up, fanning its blank pages in his direction. This is a book, too, and precious little is written in it. It’s just as accurate as the Grimmerie, and maybe more so. Don’t be...
It’s more convenient to have a hero waiting in the wings than to endure a blowhard standing in the spotlight.
In my raveling thoughts I flew away, as if my spirit were nestled in the breast feathers of some passing hornbill or waxwing.
I lift on my toes at the end of the dock, to dive into the lake because I am hot, and while isolated like a specimen in the glassy slide of summer, the notions of hot and lake and I converge into a co...
I am a woman who slept with my father the Pope.They say I did, at least, and so does he.
How like a spoon with a razor edge is human need.
He had thought love as a policy made a lot of sense for those who could manage it, and anyone who could manage it belonged in religious life. The rest of us have to struggle with more ordinary love, t...
But those are legends and lore; they are faith and fictions. Not everyone is a character in a story.
You're fun to look at, decided Galinda.Boq's face fell. Fun? he said.I'd give a lot to achieve fun, Elphaba said. The best I usually hope for is stirring, and when people say that they're usually refe...
You can endure any sort of prison if you can apprehend a window in the dark.
With all those stars in the sky, why isn't there enough light for us to see by? We stumble like blinded sheep.''As you can see, it is clouding over. The stars can't pierce the gloom; they just wait it...