When a scarecrow blows apart in a gale wind, the farmer just props up another one. It’s the job to be done that’s important, not who does it.
What the hell are you doing up there?'So he slipped, of course, because he was startled, and because fate, having been so kind to him as to award him this ecstasy, retributively was going to kill him...
What no one tells the young is to be careful of their childhoods. The memories from those days are the most compelling paintings in the mind--to which, with nostalgia or dread, you must ever return.
What condition is that? I’ve been in this condition my whole life, Liir answered. It’s the only condition I know. Bitter love, loneliness, contempt for corruption, blind hope. It’s where I live. A per...
What condition is that? I’ve been in this condition my whole life, Liir answered. It’s the only condition I know. Bitter love, loneliness, contempt for corruption, blind hope. It’s where I life. A per...
Well, your opinion is as good as hers, I think, said Elphaba. That’s the real power of art, I think. Not to chide but to provoke challenge. Otherwise why bother?
We start out in identical perfection: bright, reflective, full of sun. The accident of our lives bruises us into dirty individuality. We meet with grief. Our character dulls and tarnishes. We meet wit...
We are the next thing the Time Dragon is dreaming, and nothing to be done about it.
We are all migrants. We are exiled from the place where meaning meant something.
Was Shell there, wondered Liir, knuckles on some marble windowsill, Lord High Apostle Muscle himself, Shell Go-to-hell Thropp, First Spear, Emperor of Oz, Personal Shell of the Unnamed God? Did he lea...
Use your talent at sorcery, don’t be used by it.
To consider what other people might say is hardly a good reason to take action or to defer it.
To consider what other people might say is hardly a good reason to take action or to defer it. You have your own life to live, Iris, and at its end, the only opinion that amounts to anything is that w...
This is why you shouldn't fall in love, it blinds you. Love is wicked distraction.
There's a reason we live in time. We are too small a flask, even as an Elephant, to tolerate too much knowing. Instead, truth must drip through us as through a pipette, to allow only moments of appreh...
There was something about words and music together that allowed people to get nearest to honest truth about what was most difficult to say. Paradoxically, only through the essential instantaneity of m...
There is a limit to the nonsense even a dream can attempt.
The world was a set of alternations, resistance and persistence, writ up in lake and the distant Alpine peaks of eastern Switzerland. In fact, the world was no easier to understand than Bach.
The witch shrieked in panic, in disbelief. That even now the world should twist so, offending her once again: Elphaba, who had endured Sarima's refusal to forgive, now begged by a gibbering child for...
The story is told in so many ways, depending on who is doing the telling, and what needs to be heard at the time.