Now we'd help her if we could. We can't. So we're helping you. That's all that most of us who are not Tsars or witches can manage to do.
Now he was the minister and she the sinner, an arrangement she did not particularly enjoy.
Not in a dog’s age. Not since that Dorothy. And you and the others. Did Dorothy ever stop whimpering so? She’ll grow up to require the convent, mark my words. Or a husband with a good strong backhand....
Nossa vida inteira é constituída de atividades sem significado. Nós cavamos pela vida e sofremos ao longo dela feito ratos, e somos jogados em nossos túmulos no fim. Por que, de vez em quando não pode...
Noon bells sang out with their usual ignorance of mood, marking out moments of grief and worry, elation and confusion. The bells said that at its core, human life was fundamentally a sort of organic c...
No one controls your destiny. Even at the very worst - there is always choice.
Luck and grace: an unmatching pair of boots with which to address a long dusty road.
Literary pleasure, and a sense of recognition and identification, real though they are, burn off like alcohol in the flame of the next heated moment.
Light will blind us in time, but what we learn in the dark can see us through.
Just follow that one road the whole time!... I hope they don't get lost, I'm so bad at giving directions..
It's unbecoming, she agreed. A perfect word for my new life. Unbecoming. I who have always been unbecoming am becoming un.
It's hard to find evil in this world,' said the Witch. Evil is always more easily imagined than good, somehow.
It may merely be apocryphal that when the Wizard saw the glass bottle he gasped, and clutched his heart. The story is told in so many ways, depending on who is doing the telling, and what needs to be...
It is very difficult to make one's way in this world without being wicked at one time or another, when the world's way is so wicked to begin with.
It is existentially, hyperbolically, quintessentially unknowable.
It doesn’t pose or represent the world. It becomes.
I wouldn't mind leaving myself behind if I could, buy I don't know the way out.
I shall pray for your soul,' promised Nessarose.I shall wait for your shoes,' Elphie answered.
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.