There may be no city in the clouds, but dreaming of it can enliven the spirit.
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...
Starlight and comet tails burned the tips of endless grass below into hammered silver. Like thousands of tapers in the chapel, just blown out but still glowing. If one could drown in the grass...it mi...
Secrets are revealed as you are ready to understand them.
O beautiful, to make escapeAnd leave this world behind.Had I to stay another dayI'd lose my fucking mind!
Lot of talky-talk in there, they had to open the windows to let the words out,
I’m a priest, I know better than most when a lie is permitted.
In summer moonlight, she was dangerously, inebriatingly magnified.
I am married,' she said, 'just not to a man.
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.
A few trinkets for my sister, she said. She’s like Miss Galinda, she loves the fancy outside of things.
Mori that time must also catch him at his crime: Painting
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...
Those times are over and gone, and good riddance to them, too. We were hopelessly high-spirited. Now we're the tick-waisted generation, dragging along our children behind us and carrying our parents o...
They moved together, blue diamonds on a green field.
The woman is bad-tempered because she’s terrified.
The wickedness of men is that their power breeds stupidity and blindness... Women are weaker, but their weakness is full of cunning and an equally rigid moral certainty. Since their arena is smaller,...
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 funeral was modest, a love-her-and-shove-her affair.