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I take responsibility only for the future, not the past. The past can't hurt you the way the future can.
Just follow that one road the whole time!... I hope they don't get lost, I'm so bad at giving directions.
Remember this: Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others. No one controls your destiny.
When I write a book, I write very cleanly from page one to the last page. I hardly ever write out of sequence.
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.
I do love to sing. Had I a longer set of thigh bones and a sweeter voice, I should have loved to be a performer.
Elphaba looked like something between an animal and an Animal, like something more than life but not quite Life.
When the times are a crucible, when the air is full of crisis, those who are the most themselves are the victims.
If magic was present, it moved under the skin of the world, beneath the ability of human eyes to catch sight of it.
Immortality is a chancy thing; it cannot be promised or earned. Perhaps it cannot even be identified for what it is.
As long as people are going to call you lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention.
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.
She wasn't afraid of doing good or of resisting evil. She was merely afraid she might not be able to tell the difference.
The thing about a mirror is this: The one who stares into it is condemned to consider the world from her own perspective.
The body apologizes to the soul for its errors, and the soul asks forgiveness for squatting in the body without invitation.
It's unbecoming," she agreed. "A perfect word for my new life. Unbecoming. I who have always been unbecoming am becoming un.
If you're ever in doubt, throw a pepper in the air. If it fails to come down, you have gone mad, so don't trust in anything.
My tastes in music tend to favor anything my kids don't like, out of natural antipathy amplified by a sort of malicious glee.
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!
Galinda didn't often stop to consider whether she believed in what she said or not; the whole point of conversations was flow.
I hate New Year's Eve. One more chance to remember that you haven't yet done what you wanted. And to pretend it doesn't matter.
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.
Wisdom is not the understanding of mystery. Wisdom is accepting that mystery is beyond understanding. That's what makes it mystery.
quoting reminds me there are other people in the world besides only me. And other thoughts besides mine, and other ways of thinking.
The future reshapes the memory of the past in the way it recalibrates significance; some episodes are advanced, others lose purchase.
Speaking uses us up, speeds us up. Without prayer, that act of confession for merely existing, one might live forever and not know it.
That was such a wonderful time, even in its strangeness and sadness-and life isn't the same now. It's wonderful, but it isn't the same.
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 never use the words HUMANIST or HUMANITARIAN, as it seems to me that to be human is to be capable of the most heinous crimes in nature.
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.
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.
I like to think Im a pretty good-natured guy and pretty civil and probably not ever truly guilty in any serious way of any legal infractions.
I like to think I'm a pretty good-natured guy and pretty civil and probably not ever truly guilty in any serious way of any legal infractions.
Her sister's shoes. They sparkeled even in the darkening afternoon. They sparkeled like yellow diamonds, and embers of blood and thorny stars.
Before catechisms can instill a proper humility, small children know the truth that their own existence has caused the world to bloom into being.
I didn't even realize this at first, but there's almost no central character in any of my 24 books who doesn't have a dead mother or a lost parent.
I hate to be obvious," added the Scarecrow, "but you'd have saved yourself a heap of trouble if you weren't too cheap to invest in a leash, Dorothy.
...looking at him makes her feel like laughing all over - as if she could laugh not just with her mouth but with her eyes, her heart, her very limbs.
I'm a comic writer, in some ways, and a comic person when I'm up at a podium, in order to disguise the fact that in my heart I'm disgustingly earnest.
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.
It’s the place of the story, beginning here, in the meadow of late summer flowers, thriving before the Atlantic storms drive wet and winter upon them all.
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.
In the lives of children, pumpkins turn into coaches, mice and rats turn into men. When we grow up, we realize it is far more common for men to turn into rats.
We live in our tales of ourselves, she thought, and ignore as best we can the contradictions, and the lapses, and the abrasions of plot against our mortal souls.
Maybe the definition of home is the place where you are never forgiven. So you may always belong there, bound by guilt. And maybe the cost of belonging is worth it.
A man is called a traitor, or liberator. A rich man is a thief or philanthropist. Is one a crusader or ruthless invader? It's all in which label is able to persist.
...No opening sermons concerning children with humps and fins for limbs, who nonetheless, immortal souls all, deserve life, liberty, and the pursuit of Happy Meals.
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.
I learned to fly on a broom," he said, rolling up his sleeves. "I can learn to milk a goat, I bet." Though flying on a broom proved to be the easier task, he found.
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.