Quotes from Gregory Maguire

How like a spoon with a razor edge is human edge.

Too much truth got in the way.

This is what it feels like to be a piece of shit, thought Brrr; being pummeled on all sides by the world, forced forward, outward, into naked stink and light.

He had loved the girl who had loved the glamour in herself, and that girl seemed to have disappeared. But he was happy to have Glinda as a friend. Well, in a nutshell: he had loved Galinda and this now was Glinda. Someone he could no longer quite figure out. Case closed.

How deeply bound by cords of family anger we all are, thought the Witch. None of us breaks free. 12 One afternoon a few weeks

They hadn't come so far just to be turned away because of adolescent radicalism.

You two are just up the stairs. Next to my room, so I can keep an eye on you should you get up to anything. What's your name so I can call it out during wild sex?

Wisdom is not the understanding of mystery, she said to herself, not for the first time. Wisdom is accepting that mystery is beyond understanding. That's what makes it mystery.

Não se pode separar as particularidades da sua vida da política.

Don't wish," said Rain, "don't start. Wishing only…

We don't get an endless number of orbits away from the place where meaning first arises, that treasure-house of first experiences. What we learn, instead, is that our adventures secure us in our isolation. Experience revokes our license to return to simpler times. Sooner or later, there's no place remotely like home.

But he loved the contrapuntality of discussion even before he quite understood that words possessed dedicated meanings.

Y allí se quedó la vieja y malvada Bruja, durante mucho, muchísimo tiempo. —¿Ha salido alguna vez? —Todavía no.

a maldade dos homens é que seu poder cultiva a estupidez e a cegueira.

I assume we'll be a little bit surprised—that's what tomorrows promise. Something unexpected. That's about all we can believe in, most days.

He couldn't carve a magic key into Nastaran's secret garden. He couldn't open any golden walnut that might harbor such a key. But perhaps Dirk could make a figure that could open some ordinary walnut. It was the possibility of hope that mattered, he knew.

Some people are born without much yeast in their dough.

Qualquer casualidade da luta é erro deles, não nosso. Nós não adotamos a violência, mas não negamos sua existência. Como podemos negá-la, se seus efeitos estão ao nosso redor?

Yet how much really could you owe other people? Was it endless?

History has its own evolutionary strategy, toward consequentialities we cannot anticipate.

How deeply bound by cords of family anger we all are, thought the Witch. None of us breaks free.

Mostly his mind wandered. But it didn't have anywhere special to wander to.

I have so few choices, really, if I can't get myself back home. Maybe that's what growing up means, in the end—you go out far enough in the direction of—somewhere—and you realize that you've neutered the capacity of the term home to mean anything.

Nothing that is spiritual can fail to shine. Of course we can't see it directly, because the shadow it casts is just another kind of light. You have to look sideways to see it, but once you see it, you can never un-see it. It is the light you see in the faces of children.