One should see the world, and see himself, as a scale with an equal balance of good and evil. When he does one good deed, the scale is tipped to the good — he and the world are saved. When he does one...
One never learns how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her—is it ever the right choice? Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil?
One never learns how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her~is it ever the right choice? Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil?
Okay let's get this over with, no I'm not seasick, yes I've always been green, No I didn't eat grass as a child.
Now this is this, or seems to be.
Not everyone can fly by bubble !
No wonder Wonderland isn't funny to read anymore: We live there full time. We need a break from it.
No one survives in times of war unless they make war their home. How did I get so old and wise, but for welcoming war into my house and making friends with him? Better to befriend the enemy and hang o...
Madame Morrible, for all her upper-class diction and fabulous wardrobe, seemed just a tad—oh—dangerous. As if her big public smile were composed of the light glancing off knives and lances, as if her...
Liir didn’t know what to say to that; he wasn’t sure what husbandry was.Animal husbandry, Trism explained, though in the noise of the bar, Liir couldn’t tell if he said Animal or animal, the sentient...
Light will blind us in time, but what we learn in the dark can see us through. To read, even in the half-dark, is also to call the lost forward.
I’m no pawn, said Glinda. I take all the credit in the world for my own foolishness. Good gracious, dear, all of life is a spell. You know that. But you do have some choice.
It's the endlessly thinking about yourself that causes such heart shame.
In the lives of children, pumpkins can turn into coaches, mice and rats into human beings. When we grow up, we learn that it’s far more common for human beings to turn into rats. Nothing
I would leave me were I him. I would leave myself if I could.
His avenging angel had come to call him home. A suicide was waiting for him back in his own world, and by now he ought to have learned enough to get through it successfully.
Frex had a notion that she wasn’t sorry to see him go off from time to time, so that she could be glad to see him come back.
Every child makes its peace with abandonment. That's called growing up.
Even God used silence as a strategy.
Elena had always felt like the center of her own world - who doesn't? The world arranged itself around her like petals around the stem of a flower. This way the meadows, that way the woodland. Over he...