Boq sat down, and shook his head, as if bewildered by the apparition of Elphaba.
Also there was the thrill, basis indeterminable, which made Glinda shy, and caused her to rush her words, and to speak in a false high voice like an adolescent. How quickly you could be thrown back to...
Quoting reminds me there are other people in the world besides only me. And other thoughts besides mine, and other ways of thinking.
You might forget a story, but you can never unhear a story.
You lost your copper as well as your faith in wishes, and prayers.
Winter still comes after autumn though you may have died over the summer.
What's big, thick, makes the earth move, and wants to have its way with you? I don't know, but can you introduce me?
What words she had thought to write on the face of the moon were washed away from her as she submerged, trying to disturb no one, nothing. Trying not so much as to interrupt a current, even trying not...
What are we going to do? Such a bad harvest last summer and too little snow now to irrigate the fields come spring … The world is protesting. It feels like a summer cloudburst coming, yet the hymns of...
Well, said Madame Morrible in a carrying tone, one expects poetry, if it is Poetry, to offend. It is the Right of Art.
We are loping sequences of chemical conversions, acting ourselves converted. We are twists of genes acting ourselves twisted; we are wicks of burning neuroses acting ourselves wicked. And nothing to b...
Was it an accident I saw that...or is it just that the world unwraps itself to you, again and again, as soon as you are ready to see it anew?
The wind was picking up, and the Scarecrow shivered.
The thing about a mirror is this: The one who stares into it is condemned to consider the world from her own perspective.
The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say.
The chronic fun of writing, the distraction of it, was not knowing.
That's all I want- to do no harm.
She wasn't afraid of doing good or of resisting evil. She was merely afraid she might not be able to tell the difference.
She seems to float in a life next to ours, with limited contact.
She dreamed of leaving, but she had too little exposure to the world to imagine where to go.