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Why lock yourself in your own cage when someone is handing you a key?
My job is to protect you, Lady Glinda even if you are loosing your mind.
It's the endlessly thinking about yourself that causes such heart shame.
at least i'm talkng to myself. instead of giving myself the cold shoulder
The wickedness of men is that their power breeds stupidity and blindness.
Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil?
The sweet accident of coincidence is the best foundation on which to build.
No one controls your destiny. Even at the very worst - there is always choice.
Waking up was a daily cruelty, an affront, and she avoided it by not sleeping.
Light will blind us in time, but what we learn in the dark can see us through.
There may be no city in the clouds, but dreaming of it can enliven the spirit.
I wouldn't mind leaving myself behind if I could, but I don't know the way out.
If you have an ancestor who is a Benedictine monk, we would rather not know it.
...and he kissed her and kissed her and kissed her, little by little by little.
Always the bridesmaid , never the bride." Always the godfather, never the god".
We only have babies when we're young enough not to know how grim life turns out.
The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on.
It appears history is going to keep happening, despite our hopes for retirement.
No," she cried, "no, no, I'm not a harem, I'm not a woman, I'm not a person, no.
How deeply bound by cords of family anger we all are[...]None of us breaks free.
Are you an aberration to your species?' she cried. 'Cats don't look for approval!
That's what misbehavior is all about, just a little extra loving being asked for.
This is why you shouldn't fall in love, it blinds you. Love is wicked distraction.
Begging your pardon, sir....One population can't make peace with another by force.
I may not know how to fly but I know how to read, and that's almost the same thing.
If one could drown in the grass, thought Elphie, that might be the best way to die.
The moon rose, an opalescent goddess tipping light from her harsh maternal scimitar.
It's been a long rocky life, with plenty of possibility but too much human ugliness.
Well, the family always was bright, and brightness, as you know, decays brilliantly.
Where I'm from, we believe in all sorts of things that aren't true... we call it history.
The world unwraps itself to you, again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew.
And there the wicked witch stayed for a long long time.' Did she ever come out?' Not yet.
...the reasons just reassemble themselves in different patterns every time I think about it.
She dreamed of leaving, but she had too little exposure to the world to imagine where to go.
I like classical music of the late 19th and early 20th centuries, and I adore Bach above all.
Just my luck, if I believed in luck. I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is.
I shall pray for your soul,' promised Nessarose. I shall wait for your shoes,' Elphie answered.
Perhaps family itself, like beauty, is temporary, and no discredit need attach to impermanence.
Books fall open, you fall in. When you climb out again, you're a bit larger than you used to be.
How poetic you are," she said. "I've a notion that poetry is the highest form of self-deception.
It isn’t hard to find evil in this world. Evil is always more easily imagined than good, somehow.
[Puggles] "What population signs on willingly for slavery?" "You mean other than wives?" [Glinda]
...perhaps charity is the kind of beauty that we comprehend the best because we miss it the most.
So let my hands and my face make their way in this world, let my hungry eyes see, my tongue taste.
No wonder Wonderland isn't funny to read anymore: We live there full time. We need a break from it.
That's the real power of art, I think. Not to chide but to provoke challenge. Otherwise why bother?
I mean, evil and boredom. Evil and ennui. Evil and the lack of stimulation. Evil and sluggish blood.
And a puzzle is for the piecing together, especially for the young, who still believe it can be done.
Forget us, forget us all, it makes no difference now, but don't forget we loved it when we were alive.
Animals are born who they are, accept it, and that is that. They live with greater peace than people do.