However in the world did her skin come green?" Nanny wondered, stupidly, for Melena blanched and Frex reddened, and the baby held her breath as if trying to turn blue to please them all. Nanny had to slap her to make her breath again.
Elphaba looked like something between an animal and an Animal, like something more than life but not quite Life.
We start out in identical perfection: bright, reflective, full of sun. The accident of our lives bruises us into dirty individuality. We meet with grief. Our character dulls and tarnishes. We meet with guilt. We know, we know: the price of living is corruption. There isn’t as much light as there once was. In the grave we lapse back into undifferentiated sameness
Oh now that's a blueprint for an impossibly rosy future
Before you save anyone else, you have to save yourself. otherwise, you'rejust a bundle of tics, a stringed puppet manipulated by the chance and the insensible wind.
Behold the male beast roaring in the jungle for his mate," said Elphaba. "See how the female beast giggles behind a shrub while she organizes her face to say, Pardon dear, did you say something?
How poetic you are," she said. "I've a notion that poetry is the highest form of self-deception.
Children are wickeder than adults, they have no sense of restraint.
To look into the mirror is to see the future, in blood and rubies.
From torched skyscrapers, men grew wings.
How deeply bound by cords of family anger we all are[...]None of us breaks free.
My first job was scooping ice cream at Friendly's in Albany, New York. I hated the work, most of my colleagues, and the uniform, and I more or less lost my taste for ice cream permanently.
...I dabble in causes and effects.
The real thing about evil," said the Witch at the doorway, "isn't any of what you said. You figure out one side of it - the human side, say - and the eternal side goes into shadow. Or vice versa. It's like the old saw: What does a dragon in its shell look like? Well no one can ever tell, for as soon as you break the shell to see, the dragon is no longer in its shell. The real disaster of this inquiry is that it is the nature of evil to be secret.
We only have babies when we're young enough not to know how grim life turns out. Once we really get the full measure of it--we're slow learners, we women--we dry up in disgust and sensibly halt production.
She watched the sun bleed water out of the icicle. Warm and cold working together to make an icicle. Warm and cold anger working together to make a fury, a fury worthy enough to use as a weapon against the old things that still needed fighting.
Perhaps family itself, like beauty, is temporary, and no discredit need attach to impermanence.
I may not be sure if monsters exist, but I’d rather live my life in doubt than be persuaded by a real experience of one.
Sorrow has a name, and its name is loneliness. Sorrow has a shape, and its shape is absence. Sorrow is a sickness like any other.
Are you an aberration to your species?' she cried. 'Cats don't look for approval!
The thing about a mirror is this: The one who stares into it is condemned to consider the world from her own perspective.
If one could drown in the grass, thought Elphie, that might be the best way to die.
Everyone dies. It's a question of where and how, that's all.
I never write a book unless I can't help it. Something has to bother me, like a mosquito, until I have to do something to relieve the itch.
There may be no city in the clouds, but dreaming of it can enliven the spirit.
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