I am forty. [...] I know who I am. The treachery of possibilities that threaten to swamp a young guy -- I negotiated them. I'm on the other side. The safe side.Why then do I remember the perilous mome...
Her voice is hoarse. She’s caught a catarrh from that dreadful draft.
Everyone has a right to love the land that gave them the things they need to live. It gives them beauty to look at, and food to eat, and neighbors to bicker with and then eventually to marry. But I th...
What is the use of beauty? i have lived my life surrounded by painters, and still I do not know the answer. But i suspect, some days, that beauty helps protect the spirit of mankind, swaddle it and su...
The overdressed traveler betrays more interest in being seen than in seeing, while the true traveler knows that the novel world about her serves as the most appropriate accessory.
The devil is a very big angel, but a very little man.
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? It...
One never knows 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? It i...
No es mi intención ser impertinente. Yo sólo intento aprender.
My job is to protect you, Lady Glinda even if you are loosing your mind.
Lost is not an address, it's not permission to fail, it's not an excuse.
It's the work that's important, not the individual who does it.
Is it the sheer nature of the beast within, the human animal inside the Human Being?
Immortality is a chancy thing; it cannot be promised or earned. Perhaps it cannot even be identified for what it is.
How she wanted to put away adult things and go back to seeing through a looking-glass, darkly.
As the first hard drops of rain fell, the Witch caught sight, not of the girl's face, but of the shoes. Her sister's shoes. They sparkled even in the darkening afternoon. They sparkled like yellow dia...
Well, I learned to cook. At my age, she told him. What's next? Art therapy? Anyway, I've had quite a time of it this summer, and who knows what eases down on any road. Come, Rain. A quick goodbye, and...
Remember to breathe. It is after all, the secret of life.
What will I do if I find myself with a heart?" "Lose it constantly, I imagine.
[Puggles] What population signs on willingly for slavery?You mean other than wives? [Glinda]