Just my luck, if I believed in luck. I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is.
It's the work that's important, not the individual who does it.
It isn’t hard to find evil in this world. Evil is always more easily imagined than good, somehow.
The momentum of the mind can be vexingly, involuntarily capricious.
The world was floods above and fire below
Only he with the hobbled foot fully knows the beauty of running. Only he with the severed ear can apprehend what the sweetest music must sound like. Our ailments complete us.
I had written childrens books for 14 years before I published Wicked. And none of them were poorly reviewed, and none of them sold enough for me to be able to buy a bed.
Have you ever noticed when you look in a mirror, unless youre really depressed or something, the person in the mirror generally looks a little more competent, a little more curious, a little more intelligent than you actually feel yourself to be? They often look more interesting and more soulful.
at least i'm talkng to myself. instead of giving myself the cold shoulder
It's the endlessly thinking about yourself that causes such heart shame.
The overdressed traveler betrays more interest in being seen than in seeing, while the true traveler knows that the novel world about her serves as the most appropriate accessory.
Maybe that's what growing up means, in the end - you go far enough in the direction of - somewhere - and you realise that you've neutered the capacity of the term home to mean anything. [...] 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 licence to return to simpler times. Sooner or later, there's no place remotely like home.
Was it an accident that I saw Fiyero, I wondered, looking at the manager with new eyes, or is it just that world unwraps itself to you again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew?
Well, the family always was bright, and brightness, as you know, decays brilliantly.
A capacity for inferiority in the growing adult is threatened by the temptation by squander that capacity ruthlessly, to revel in hallowness. The syndrom especially plaques anyone who lives behind a mask. An elephant in her disquise as a human princess, a scarecrow with painted features, a glittering tiara under which to glow and glide in anonymous glamour. A witch's hat, a wizards stole, a scholars gown, a soldiers dress sartorials. A hundred ways to duck the question: how will I live with myself now that I nkow what I know.
The sweet accident of coincidence is the best foundation on which to build.
I shall pray for your soul,' promised Nessarose. I shall wait for your shoes,' Elphie answered.
The world unwraps itself to you, again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew.
Why lock yourself in your own cage when someone is handing you a key?
That's the real power of art, I think. Not to chide but to provoke challenge. Otherwise why bother?
The nature of the world is to be calm, and enhance and support life, and evil is an absence of the inclination of matter to be at peace.
I know you don't want to hear this but someone has to say it! You are out of control! I mean they're just shoes... let it go!
Indeed, she often wondered if she were dead, or dying from the inside out, and that was the root of her calm, the reason she could surrender her character.
One plus one equals both.
Yes, I'm nervous. You'll find in time most people are. They simply learn better how to disguise it, and sometimes, if they're wise, how to use their anxiety to serve the public good.
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