Galinda didn’t often stop to consider whether she believed in what she said or not; the whole point of conversations was flow.
The colossal might of wickedness: how we love to locate it massively elsewhere. But so much of it comes down to what each one of us does between breakfast and bedtime.
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.
He knew about being alone. The weather was always cold there.
Just my luck, if I believed in luck. I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is.
Oh now that’s a blueprint for an impossibly rosy future.
She dreamed of leaving, but she had too little exposure to the world to imagine where to go.
So she listened hard. And she began to evolve, because stories work their magic that way. They build conviction and erode conviction in equal measure.
But she woke up just then, and in the moonlight covered herself with a blanket. She smiled at him drowsily and called him “Yero, my hero,” and that melted his heart.
I learned failure early and mastered it.
Why lock yourself in your own cage when someone is handing you a key?
Okay let’s get this over with, no I’m not seasick, yes I’ve always been green, No I didn’t eat grass as a child.
The world was floods above and fire below.
To consider what other people might say is hardly a good reason to take action or to defer it. You have your own life to live, Iris, and at its end, the only opinion that amounts to anything is that which God bestows.
His avenging angel had come to call him home. A suicide was waiting for him back in his own world, and by now he ought to have learned enough to get through it successfully.
Doubt was much more energy efficient than conviction.
The melody faded like a rainbow after a storm, or like winds calming down at last; and what was left was calm, and possibility, and relief.
The storm dropped a house on her head.
It isn’t whether you do it well or ill, it’s that you do it all.
Elphaba looked like something between an animal and an Animal, like something more than life but not quite Life.