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 was no apology for the way the world worked. Only accommodation to it, while at the same time committing—somehow—not to give up.
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 fatal day rarely announces itself, but comes disguised as midsummer. Our private lives are like a colony of worlds expanding, contracting, breathing universal air into separate knowledges. Or like...
The fairytale belongs to the poor. I know of no fairytale which upholds the tyrant or takes the part of the strong against the weak. A fascist fairytale is an absurdity.
The circularity of influence was like a trail of dominos falling in four dimensions. Each time one slapped another and fell to the ground, from a different vantage point it appeared knocked upright, r...
The alluring stars in an apparently endless sky had, after all, been a disguise for the cloud of spirits. Ghosts perhaps could lie in death as well as creatures could lie in life.
So she listened hard. And she began to evolve, because stories work their magic that way. They build conviction and erode conviction in equal measure.
She watched the sun bleed water out of the icicle. Warm and cold working together to make an icicle. Warm and cold anger working together to make a fury, a fury worthy enough to use as a weapon agains...
She hobbled away into the dark, saying her prayers aloud.Old saint Nicholas, young saint MarkKeep me safe in the pesky darkSaint Olga of the hight Himalayas Send me a set of cashmere pajamas.
Quando os tempos são cruciais, quando o ar está cheio de crise, aqueles que são mais parecidos consigo mesmos são as vítimas.
Our private lives are like a colony of worlds expanding, contracting, breathing universal air into separate knowledges. Or like several packs of cards shuffled together by an expert anonymous hand, an...
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...
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...
I've told you before, I don't comprehend religion, although conviction is a concept I'm beginning to get. In any case, someone with a real religious conviction is, I propose, a religious convict, and...
I wouldn't mind leaving myself behind if I could, buy I don't know the way out.
I know you don't want to hear this but someone has to say it! You are out of control! I mean they're just shoes... let it go!
I know Oz, now, she said, and in the carving of the lintel she found that common ideogram, a Z circled with an O. Usually letters don't hide inside each other, she told Glinda firmly. No, that's true....