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The wall read:
ELPHIE LIVES
OZMA LIVES
THE WIZARD LIVES
and then
EVERYONE LIVES BUT US.

He was hungry without yet knowing that hunger could be slaked by food; he was lonely without yet knowing that loneliness could be slaked, too.

Under every roof, a story, just as behind every brow, a history

who knows what we want? We're all mysteries, even to ourselves.

I have the distinct feeling I'm not in Oz anymore,' said Brrr.

A world emerging, daily, out of nothing, a world that we trust to resemble what we've seen previously. We should know better.

Now he was the minister and she the sinner, an arrangement she did not particularly enjoy.

In my raveling thoughts I flew away, as if my spirit were nestled in the breast feathers of some passing hornbill or waxwing.

I never use the words HUMANIST or HUMANITARIAN, as it seems to me that to be human is to be capable of the most heinous crimes in nature.

The thing about a mirror is this: The one who stares into it is condemned to consider the world from her own perspective.

The moon rose, an opalescent goddess tipping light from her harsh maternal scimitar.

How deeply bound by cords of family anger we all are[ ... ]None of us breaks free.

It was hard to tell what her weapons were, except for that sort of inane good sense and emotional honesty.

Children are wickeder than adults, they have no sense of restraint.

One plus one equals both.

The eye is always drawn to light, but shadows have more to say.

The years peeled slowly off, one by one, or perhaps dozens at a time.

Remember this: Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others. No one controls your destiny.

No one controls your destiny. Even at the very worst - there is always choice.

I take responsibility only for the future, not the past. The past can't hurt you the way the future can.

Elphaba looked like something between an animal and an Animal, like something more than life but not quite Life.

He set out once more, with a sense that his life would be rich in setting outs, and perhaps poorer in homecomings.

The cunning old cow, thought Melena. She is trying that rarest of strategies, telling the truth, and making it sound plausible.

So she listened hard. And she began to evolve, because stories work their magic that way. They build conviction and erode conviction in equal measure.

An odor of June mud, backwashed with essence of meadow-grass and a whiff of cow.

Wrong takes an awful long time to be proven, in my experience.

I'm a priest, I know better than most when a lie is permitted.

O beautiful, to make escape
And leave this world behind.
Had I to stay another day
I'd lose my fucking mind...

I may not be sure if monsters exist, but I'd rather live my life in doubt than be persuaded by a real experience of one.

The storm dropped a house on her head.

And a puzzle is for the piecing together, especially for the young, who still believe it can be done.

The devil is a very big angel, but a very little man.

When have we required anything of you? Except to survive?

Immortality is a chancy thing; it cannot be promised or earned. Perhaps it cannot even be identified for what it is.

Your name is Rain, isn't it? Rain slips in the cracks and slides through the seams. You can do it? Can't you?

My job is to protect you, Lady Glinda even if you are loosing your mind.

This is why you shouldn't fall in love, it blinds you. Love is wicked distraction.

There is a limit to the nonsense even a dream can attempt.

If one could drown in the grass, thought Elphie, that might be the best way to die.

The beauty of the day is the only thing that doesn't fade in time. Day after day, such beauty revives itself.

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.

What will I do if I find myself with a heart?" "Lose it constantly, I imagine.

There's no need to hear gossip about government. It'll only give you gas.

I'm not involved in shame. Morals are learned in childhood, and I didn't have any such holiday called childhood.

Those who are roped into bed at night often fall into delusions of flight.

I shall pray for your soul,' promised Nessarose.
I shall wait for your shoes,' Elphie answered.

All of life hinges on what one does next, until finally one makes the wrong choice.

Damn the human stomach, this fat betrayor of ideals

Quoting reminds me there are other people in the world besides only me. And other thoughts besides mine, and other ways of thinking.

I didn't even realize this at first, but there's almost no central character in any of my 24 books who doesn't have a dead mother or a lost parent.

Do good though, will you?" She blinked brightly at the green girl. "If not for your parents or your grandmother, then for me?

They had ganged up on her, in the claustrophobic, loving way of families, and she wanted no more of it.

Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling porcupine," she crooned. "Little critters fried like fritters come out crunchy and divine.

Given a long enough time, of course, a wide enough frame, there is nothing said or done, ever, that isn't ironic in the end.

Evil is moral at it heart. The selection of vice over virtue; you can pretend not to know, you can rationalize, but you know it in your conscience.

Not old enough to feel like an adult , really, but old enough to look like one, and to know the distinction between being carefree and careless.

How brave that had made her feel, and how vulnerable too.

At least i'm talkng to myself. instead of giving myself the cold shoulder

Don't fasten on Dorothy. Only unanswerable longing lies down that road. Gone is gone.

I wouldn't mind leaving myself behind if I could, but I don't know the way out.

Perhaps charity is the kind of beauty that we comprehend the best because we miss it the most.

Where shall I say you've gone?"
She threw an arm about airily. "Oh, way up high. Over the rainbow somewhere, I guess.

In summer moonlight, she was dangerously, inebriatingly magnified.

When goodness removes itself, the space it occupies corrodes and becomes evil, and maybe splits apart and multiplies.

How could anyone live without flying?

That's what misbehavior is all about, just a little extra loving being asked for.

I know this: The wickedness of men is that their power breeds stupidity and blindness, she said.

Doubt was much more energy efficient than conviction.

I mean, evil and boredom. Evil and ennui. Evil and the lack of stimulation. Evil and sluggish blood.

The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say.

But there was the mirror in which I would glimpse his handsome form, because mirrors don't lie about men, only women.

What more does one ask of life, really, but to stagger from moment to moment with a reason to wake and wait for the next reason to wake?

It never is the who, is it? It's always the why. -Elphaba

history takes a long time to happen.

So young, he knew nothing about aerodynamics, except how the heart could lift and lift.

To read, even in the half-dark, is also to call the lost forward.

It's heaven to know that it's still possible to run, though she doesn't know what she's running from.

Oh, wary, well, I'm wary of the water I drink, it might be poisoned," said Glinda. "That doesn't mean I stop drinking water.

There was no apology for the way the world worked. Only accommodation to it, while at the same time committing - somehow - not to give up.

When you can't die, she thought, everything sounds like a clock ticking.

Elphaba's already come back. I saw her last week on the stairs.

She wasn't afraid of doing good or of resisting evil. She was merely afraid she might not be able to tell the difference.

It's the endlessly thinking about yourself that causes such heart shame.

The world was floods above and fire below

I hate New Year's Eve. One more chance to remember that you haven't yet done what you wanted. And to pretend it doesn't matter.

Because no retreat from the world can mask what is in your face.

Well," said Madame Morrible in a carrying tone, "one expects poetry, if it is Poetry, to offend. It is the Right of Art.

The alien girl - she called herself Dorothy - was by virtue of her survival elevated to living sainthood. The dog was merely annoying.

The wind was picking up, and the Scarecrow shivered.

Before catechisms can instill a proper humility, small children know the truth that their own existence has caused the world to bloom into being.

That's the real power of art, I think. Not to chide but to provoke challenge. Otherwise why bother?

No one is exempt from grief. The

If magic was present, it moved under the skin of the world, beneath the ability of human eyes to catch sight of it.

Where I'm from, we believe in all sorts of things that aren't true ... we call it history.

The moon passed overhead in its path from the Vinkus, and she felt its accusatory spotlight, and moved back from the tall windows.

Everyone dies. It's a question of where and how, that's all.

It's the age of daring. It's the only time we have. We must live in the present. We are young and alive.

Of course. You get everything from books.

This is what fun is like, said Rain, almost to herself.

To grow a melody?"
"You can't grow a melody on purpose," she said, and slyly added, "you have to plant an accidental.