And that would be my method of locomotion, the Lion concluded. Not diplomas earned, but friendships bungled. Campaigns aborted. Errors in judgment and public humiliations.
And of the Witch? In the life of a Witch, there is no after, in the ever after of a Witch, there is no happily; In the story of a Witch, there is no afterword.
Indeed, she often wondered if she were dead, or dying from the inside out, and that was the root of her calm, the reason she could surrender her character.
Glinda waved dismissively. Then she tucked her hand against her mouth and bit her knuckles. It was hard to tell if her pretty ways were studied or innate. Oh, oh, she managed, I don't know that I'll...
I like to think I'm a pretty good-natured guy and pretty civil and probably not ever truly guilty in any serious way of any legal infractions.
The toys can help in the battle.Mother Ginger? I doubt it!Never underestimate the value of a mother in wartime. She has the most to fight for.
I was quite a looker in my time, she said. Was she reading his mind, or only being smart, to know she must be hideous?Oh, had they invented time as long ago as that?
Waking up was a daily cruelty, an affront, and she avoided it by not sleeping.
It was mild monsters like these that made Jack the Ripper go after young women, she decided: who could tolerate yielding the world to someone who behaved as if she had given birth to the very world he...
The real thing about evil, said the Witch at the doorway, isn't any of what you said. You figure out one side of it - the human side, say - and the eternal side goes into shadow. Or vice versa. It's l...
The beauty of the day is the only thing that doesn't fade in time. Day after day, such beauty revives itself.
Your transparency is just another one of your disguises, isn't it?
In order to remember who you are, you have to have known it in the first place.
A perfect word for my new life. Unbecoming. I who have always been unbecoming am becoming un.
You leave home, I have learned, counting the trip day by day. If you ever get to return, you count the trip miracle by miracle.
Your childhood, said Yackle coaxingly, as if she could smell his thoughts. As if she could sniff out those passages he hadn't chosen to retail at drink parties. Her words lulled him. The past, even a...
There's a reason we live in time. We are too small a flask [...] to tolerate too much knowing. Instead, truth must drip through us as through a pipette, to allow only moments of apprehension. Moments...
Just my luck, if I believed in luck. I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is.
I like the sound of words, but I don't ever really expect my slow, slanted impression of the world to change by what I read.
The nature of the world is to be calm, and enhance and support life, and evil is an absence of the inclination of matter to be at peace.