Kendi ölümünün düşünü kurabilmek, ne armağan ama...
I’m a priest, I know better than most when a lie is permitted.
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 referring to digestion
It’s my belief that our lives are stolen from us. Ornamented with pinnate leaves and colored frills, we exist only as a consolation for others. I don’t feel fulfilled. Indeed, some days I scarcely fee...
It’s like the old saw: What does a dragon in its shell look like? Well no one can ever tell, for as soon as you break the shell to see, the dragon is no longer in its shell. The real disaster of this...
It was deliciously pagan.
It seems there is no shortage of regret among the young -- but then, they are young, they make mistakes. They have time to correct them and the courage to admit their failings aloud.
Is there a relative value of beauty? Is evanescence - fleetingness - a necessary element of the thing that most moves us? A shooting star dazzles more than the sun. A child captivates like an elf, but...
Is that, in the end - that capacity to hurt - the most essential ingredient for a ruler?
If you have an ancestor who is a Benedictine monk, we would rather not know it.
If one could drown in the grass, thought Elphie, that might be the best way to die.
I'm not involved in shame. Morals are learned in childhood, and I didn't have any such holiday called childhood.
I believe in the floor. I put it in place and I walk on it. Faith is a floor. If you don't work at making it for yourself, you have nothing to walk on.
However in the world did her skin come green? Nanny wondered, stupidly, for Melena blanched and Frex reddened, and the baby held her breath as if trying to turn blue to please them all. Nanny had to s...
How easily Neverland is corrupted into the deserted island of . How quickly Tinkerbell regresses to being one of the flies pestering the gouged eye sockets of the pig that the lost boys butcher.
How brave that had made her feel, and how vulnerable too.
He has added inches and fullness to his beard since his last visit. I’ll say no more.
He hadn't yet had enough experience with humans to know that the thing they hold dearest to their hearts, the last thing they relinquish when all else is fading, is the consoling belief in the inferio...
Happiness now sometimes meant turning away from what one remembered of earlier, better happiness.
Glinda was changed. She knew it herself. She had come to Shiz a vain, silly thing, and she now found herself in a coven of vipers. Maybe it was her own fault.