Quotes from Gregory Maguire

But though her thoughts were rich and complicated, her words were poor, and she merely grunted.

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

Hello, this is I, and these are my arms and legs, which are useful, and this inconvenient hump is my sorrow, which is less than useful, but I've learned how to hump it around, so pay it no mind.

But he found himself rounding syllables like stones in his mouth, silently. He knew he was shy, and thought to be stupid; he was beginning to suspect, thought, that he wasn't stupid. Perhaps not even slow. Merely uneducated. But not, he hoped, uneducable.

What the sacred grove was missing was a population. Not of gods, but of the ambassadors of gods. Those who, through need, call the deities into being. The

What are we going to do? Such a bad harvest last summer and too little snow now to irrigate the fields come spring …" "The world is protesting. It feels like a summer cloudburst coming, yet the hymns of the high holidays still ring in our ears. Can the calendar turn inside out? Can a year run backward?

Para mí, ése es el auténtico poder del arte. No amonestar, sino provocar y desafiar. De otro modo, ¿para qué molestarse?

At her feet was a largish basket woven of twigs. He didn't look into it; he couldn't. Every now and then her shoeless foot would nip out from beneath the dark hem of her skirt and give the basket a little push, and because of its rounded bottom, the basket rocked for a time. Then the green foot would appear again, and start the rocking over.

The more civilized we become, the more horrendous our entertainments," said Frex.

Never underestimate the value of a mother in wartime. She has the most to fight for.

Boq sat down, and shook his head, as if bewildered by the apparition of Elphaba.

The question ocasionally invents the answer. (142)

You're in the finest hands. He's a very capable soldier." "He is an old man with a white beard." "He is a young man inside, and strong.

I am married,' she said, 'just not to a man.

The world was a set of alternations, resistance and persistence, writ up in lake and the distant Alpine peaks of eastern Switzerland. In fact, the world was no easier to understand than Bach.

With all those stars in the sky, why isn't there enough light for us to see by? We stumble like blinded sheep." "As you can see, it is clouding over. The stars can't pierce that gloom; they just wait it out. That isn't the stars' fault. It is their custom to stay heavenly." "They should come down closer to the earth." "Well, ask them politely.

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

I'm not slow." "Well, you're not hasty

Love is wicked distraction.

Another word for poverty of choice is innocence.

Are you slow or are you falling in love with me?

If you should see her,' said Glinda lightly, 'tell her I miss her still.

All our lives are activity without meaning; we burrow ratlike into life and we squirm ratlike through it and ratlike we are flung into our graves at the end. Now and then, why shouldn't we hear a voice of prophecy

That's doubt for you, it scours hope out of everything