Use your talent at sorcery, don’t be used by it.
They had ganged up on her, in the claustrophobic, loving way of families, and she wanted no more of it. 7
The louder the cannon, the deafer the peacemakers.
Remember this: Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others. No one controls your destiny.
Oh, wary, well, I’m wary of the water I drink, it might be poisoned, said Glinda. That doesn’t mean I stop drinking water.
Maybe that's what growing up means, in the end - you go far enough in the direction of - somewhere - and you realise that you've neutered the capacity of the term home to mean anything. [...] We don't...
Kendi ölümünün düşünü kurabilmek, ne armağan ama...
It's over the garden wall and we're going to see the Wizard, come what may and hell to pay.-Elphaba
It's been a long rocky life, with plenty of possibility but too much human ugliness.
I'm just doing your tea, Mum, he said. Are you all imbecilic? Is that a requirement of enlisted men? It's Lady GLINDA! She was losing it, big time. Get me Murth!
I may not be sure if monsters exist but I'd rather live my life in doubt than be persuaded by a real experience of one.
How deeply bound by cords of family anger we all are[...]None of us breaks free.
Everybody needs to grow up and leave home sometimes. But sometimes home doesn't like it.
Elphaba looked like something between an animal and an Animal, like something more than life but not quite Life.
But there was the mirror in which I would glimpse his handsome form, because mirrors don't lie about men, only women.
Birds know themselves not to be at the center of anything, but at the margins of everything. The end of the map. We only live where someone's horizon sweeps someone else's. We are only noticed on the...
She had that look a child has only a few times in its life, when the child has bettered her betters. The expression isn't smug, though adults often take it for smugness. It's something else. Maybe rel...
—Y allí se quedó la vieja y malvada Bruja, durante mucho, muchísimo tiempo.—¿Ha salido alguna vez? —Todavía no.
Then, abrupt and decisive, the Emerald City rose before them. A city of insistence, of blanket declaration. It made no sense, clotting up the horizon, sprouting like a mirage on the characterless plai...
The witch turned this way and that, I think I've kept my figure, don't you? she asked Mewster.Who else would want it?Don't be snarky. She batted her eyelashes at her reflection. I do believe I have my...