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In writing, I try to find the right balance between momentum and infinity, truth and beauty.

Writing and travel broaden your ass if not your mind and I like to write standing up.

Writing is a passion I have never understood, yet a storyteller is all I have ever wanted to be.

Writing is not an unknown territory for me.

I think if you're writing about cricket, you're obviously writing about power, because cricket is such a loaded sport, much more so than soccer.

And it's a cold place the world, especially when warmed by arsen.

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

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

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

I rarely trust myself to make statements about truth.

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

What did it say about the movement of time, about what was about to happen, that I could understand the hummingbird spin of human voices?

I'm the very glass of fashion and the mold of form. Aren't I, Mewster? You look like a walking hairball, said the kitten.

Well, that's not poetry, that's propaganda, and not even good propaganda at that.

Take care of yourself and beware high connections with bastards, because when the revolution comes there won't be mercy for toadying ass-lickers.

Alice less winsome than weird, and treated Lydia like a Cerberus

Let me be the first to welcome you to Shiz, Glinda. This is your first year? Please, it is Galinda. The proper old Gigllikinese pronunciation, if you don't mind.

And when the good Doctor is finished ferreting out the difference between Animals and people, I will propose he apply the same arguments to the differences between the sexes, said Elphaba.

The premise is prejudicial and proves that what's wanted here isn't a trial but a conviction.

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

A willingness to be pleased requires modesty and even innocence--easy to deride as mawkish and sentimental.

Purpose? Hope? None of these words seemed right. Then I thought of a line from William Butler Yeats. "Happiness," wrote Yeats, "is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that, but simply growth. We are happy when we are growing.

discouraging as he'd been, hadn't actually hit on my real worry about my project: Was it supremely self-centered to spend so much effort on my own happiness?

suppose. I don't care what anyone's dietary preferences are but I didn't like the feeling I was being preached to.