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 myself am quite addicted to sin. It does keep my confessor busy, negotiating with Heaven on my behalf.
I know this: The wickedness of men is that their power breeds stupidity and blindness, she said.
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.
Her head had turned away quickly as she stepped down, not to hide her tears but to soften the fact of their absence.
Hens were wandering about like ladies at a lyceum tea trying to find their friends before selecting their seats.
He was not so lucky. He hadn't yet had enough experience with humans to know that the thing the hold dearest to their hearts, the last thing they relinquish when all else is fading, is the consoling b...
He was hungry without yet knowing that hunger could be slaked by food; he was lonely without yet knowing that loneliness could be slaked, too.
He shook his ladle overhead as if summoning the wrath of angel chefs among the stars.
He kissed her, he kissed her, he kissed her, little by little by little.
Happiness now sometimes meant turning away from what one remembered of earlier, better happiness.
Gossip is instructive, said the Wizard. It tells which way the wind is blowing.
Glinda used her glitter beads, and you used your exotic looks and background, but weren't you just doing the same thing, trying to maximize what you had in order to get what you wanted? People who cla...
Given a long enough time, of course, a wide enough frame, there is nothing said or done, ever, that isn't ironic in the end.
Finally the gorilla queen had had enough. She wrote a letter to the editor of and asked for advice. The editor printed her letter (but in order to protect her privacy, changed her name from 'Gorilla...
Evil is moral at its heart—the selection of vice over virtue; you can pretend not to know, you can rationalize, but you know it in your conscience
Elphaba’s already come back. I saw her last week on the stairs.
But what is character? How solid? We cut our hair, we shave our beards, we lose a limb. We remain ourselves. In dreams, however, we swap identities licentiously. We sabotage the structures of our char...
Being vulnerable to desolation also arises from being unable to picture a set of choices with which to change your lot in life