Wisdom is not the understanding of mystery. Wisdom is accepting that mystery is beyond understanding. That's what makes it mystery.
When goodness removes itself, the space it occupies corrodes and becomes evil, and maybe splits apart and multiplies. So every evil thing is a sign of the absence of deity.
The witch turned this way and that, I think I've kept my figure, don't you? she asked Mewster.Who else would want it?Don't be snarky. She batted her eyelashes at her reflection. I do believe I have my...
The question ocasionally invents the answer. (142)
Talking among children is an overrated concept.
Starlight and comet tails burned the tips of endless grass below into hammered silver. Like thousands of tapers in the chapel, just blown out but still glowing. If one could drown in the grass...it mi...
Oh now that's a blueprint for an impossibly rosy future
Men were beasts. Everyone knew that.
Love makes hunters of us all.
If you should see her,' said Glinda lightly, 'tell her I miss her still.
I don't like work like that. I am the silent partner. I work through events, I live on the sidelines, I dabble in causes and effects, I watch how the misbegotten creatures of this world live their liv...
I care as much as I can, but I don’t spend energy caring about things I cannot resolve.
For who was in thrall to whom, really? And could it ever be known? Each agent working in collusion and antagonism - like the cold and the sun alike creating a deadly spear of ice... Who is in thrall t...
Elphaba looked like something between an animal and an Animal, like something more than life but not quite Life.
A few trinkets for my sister, she said. She’s like Miss Galinda, she loves the fancy outside of things.
She had that look a child has only a few times in its life, when the child has bettered her betters. The expression isn't smug, though adults often take it for smugness. It's something else. Maybe rel...
Those times are over and gone, and good riddance to them, too. We were hopelessly high-spirited. Now we're the tick-waisted generation, dragging along our children behind us and carrying our parents o...
Those born dull remain dull
There may be no city in the clouds, but dreaming of it can enliven the spirit.
The world was floods above and fire below