Gregory Maguire Quotes
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Gregory Maguire Famous Quotes & Sayings
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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.
A world emerging, daily, out of nothing, a world that we trust to resemble what we've seen previously. We should know better.
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.
It was hard to tell what her weapons were, except for that sort of inane good sense and emotional honesty.
Remember this: Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others. No one controls your destiny.
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.
O beautiful, to make escape
And leave this world behind.
Had I to stay another day
I'd lose my fucking mind...
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.
And a puzzle is for the piecing together, especially for the young, who still believe it can be done.
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?
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.
I'm not involved in shame. Morals are learned in childhood, and I didn't have any such holiday called childhood.
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.
Where shall I say you've gone?"
She threw an arm about airily. "Oh, way up high. Over the rainbow somewhere, I guess.
She threw an arm about airily. "Oh, way up high. Over the rainbow somewhere, I guess.
When goodness removes itself, the space it occupies corrodes and becomes evil, and maybe splits apart and multiplies.
I mean, evil and boredom. Evil and ennui. Evil and the lack of stimulation. Evil and sluggish blood.
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'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.
She wasn't afraid of doing good or of resisting evil. She was merely afraid she might not be able to tell the difference.
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.
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.
Before catechisms can instill a proper humility, small children know the truth that their own existence has caused the world to bloom into being.
If magic was present, it moved under the skin of the world, beneath the ability of human eyes to catch sight of it.
The moon passed overhead in its path from the Vinkus, and she felt its accusatory spotlight, and moved back from the tall windows.