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...
The wall read:ELPHIE LIVESOZMA LIVESTHE WIZARD LIVESand thenEVERYONE LIVES BUT US.
The madder the battle, the saner the peace.
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 one is exempt from grief. The
It appears history is going to keep happening, despite our hopes for retirement.
Is it the sheer nature of the beast within, the human animal inside the Human Being?
How she wanted to put away adult things and go back to seeing through a looking-glass, darkly.
But let me remember what I choose.
The story of 'Mirror Mirror' is in many ways a story about evolution. It's about the evolution of a child into an adult. It's about the evolution of those dwarves into something a little less rock-lik...
Lumpy.
Woe is the natural end of life, yet we go on having babies.
Whimsy is fate, too: just less knowable.
We live in our tales of ourselves, she thought, and ignore as best we can the contradictions, and the lapses, and the abrasions of plot against our mortal souls...
Those who sit in the house of grief will someday sit in the garden.
That's all I want- to do no harm.
She was a sour-sass soul with a rubbery face.
One plus one equals both.
My job is to protect you, Lady Glinda even if you are loosing your mind.