Quotes from Gregory Maguire

Those boys and us—we only seem to be sharing a life here. The young are entirely separate. They are someplace else right now. They won't join us in our lives, really, until they are grown. And by then, who will they become? People I don't know. And I may not even be here when they get here.

When the times are a crucible, when the air is full of crisis those who are the most themselves are the victims.

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

Not everyone can fly by bubble !

To consider what other people might say is hardly a good reason to take action or to defer it.

Bu dünyada cefa ahirette sefa m?? Yok daha neler!

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

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

Skibbereen have a hard time at [math]; the best that the smartest of them can do with adding two plus two is guessing: three plus one. Correct, sort of, but not always useful.

in a people whose moral code is so lax, so little is wrong.

Maybe the definition of home is the place where you are never forgiven, so you may always belong there, bound by guilt. And maybe the cost of belonging is worth it.

He had no other plans for the rest of his life. He followed her.

I'm just doing your tea, Mum, he said. Are you all imbecilic? Is that a requirement of enlisted men? It's Lady GLINDA! She was losing it, big time. Get me Murth!

Very few things in the world are certain, but morning is one of them.

Hush, child don't ask personal questions, said the Lion. That's the only kind I have, said Rain.

Chovia bastante naquela manhã. A luz tinha um tom acinzentado e musguento devido às nuvens baixas. Teve de admitir que a menina não era um cadáver. Estava viva. Talvez tivesse nascido gelada, mas agora estava viva. Ainda suja com o sangue do nascimento e o início aguado das suas fezes, Liir levou-a até à porta e ergue-a para a chuva. Lavada, revelou-se verde.

It's my belief that our lives are stolen from us. Ornamented with pinnate leaves and colored frills, we exist only as a consolation for others. I don't feel fulfilled. Indeed, some days I scarcely feel at all.

But what is character? How solid? We cut our hair, we shave our beards, we lose a limb. We remain ourselves. In dreams, however, we swap identities licentiously. We sabotage the structures of our character without a thought.

As pessoas dizem «meu Deus!» a toda a hora, mas habitualmente querem dizer «ora bolas».

We are an experiment in situation ethics set by the unnamed god.

You always had an eye for the fellow with a decent helping of sausage and hard-boiled eggs.

So Oxford, at its inception a huddle of theologicians and divines, grew into a city of dreams, and much good may come of that. Little surprise that Middle-earth and Narnia were both discovered here.

Don't be disgusting. Don't dare me. I majored in disgusting at Gulag Community College. Lucrezia Borgia taught cooking, and Madame Defarge taught knitting. Emperor Nero taught violin and also led the cheerleading squad. I skipped all my classes and failed with distinction.

Her head had turned quickly away...Not to hide her tears but to soften the fact of their absence.