You're critical of everyone.Oh, not everyone. Only everybody who's alive as well as most people who are dead. I feel quite neutral about anybody not yet born
You mean you indulged in adultery and you dont' even have the benefit of a good saucy memory about it.
You have your own life to live, and at its end, the only opinion that amounts to anything is that which God bestows.
You could catalog the thousand ways people shrink from life, as if chance and change are by their nature toxic, disfiguring.
Yet who can say how our souls have been stamped by witnessing such a cruel drama? All souls are hostages to their human envelopes, but souls must decay and suffer at such indignity, don't you agree?
Yes, I'm nervous. You'll find in time most people are. They simply learn better how to disguise it, and sometimes, if they're wise, how to use their anxiety to serve the public good. Perhaps being jit...
YOU HAVE YOUR OWN LIFE TO LIVE, IRIS, AND AT ITS END, THE ONLY OPINION THAT AMOUNTS TO ANYTHING IS THAT WHICH GOD BESTOWS.
When you get right down to it, every collection of letters is a magic spell, even it it's a moronic proclamation ... Words have their impact, girl. Mind your manners. I may not know how to fly but I k...
When the dawn light is coursing through the slats in the shutters at last, making thin stripes on the floor, she, tossing, decides that for every human soul there must surely be a possible childhood w...
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.
When Sister Saint Aelphaba neither confirmed nor denied this plan, Oatsie began to understand why the payment to take the green maunt away had been more than generous.
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...
What a world I've come up through, said Liir to himself. Oh, what a world, what a world.
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 all have our shortcomings, it seems, though some are less visible than others.
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...
To consider what other people might say is hardly a good reason to take action or defer it.
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...