|
682e088
|
No wonder Wonderland isn't funny to read anymore: We live there full time. We need a break from it.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
2bc15ca
|
Growth and change were viewed as reactions to conditions met
|
|
life
growth
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
4ebeb4e
|
History is a long time in the making.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
a46509f
|
By so giving up, of course, it renews itself- that is the secret
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
777b025
|
O beautiful, to make escape And leave this world behind. Had I to stay another day I'd lose my fucking mind!
|
|
tombstone-inscription
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
3b93592
|
Tarde o temprano, a todos nos alcanza el rayo.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
89b2d15
|
Children surrender nothing when faced with the world: it is the world that gives up, over and over again. By so giving up, of course, it renews itself--that is the secret. Dying in order to live, that sort of thing.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
4b64e7e
|
The alien girl--she called herself Dorothy--was by virtue of her survival elevated to living sainthood. The dog was merely annoying.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
64d0c30
|
Skibbereen have a hard time at [math]; the best that the smartest of them can do with adding two plus two is guessing: three plus one. Correct, sort of, but not always useful.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
2e734df
|
He had no other plans for the rest of his life. He followed her.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
ca7cf7b
|
Very few things in the world are certain, but morning is one of them.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
d7c558c
|
But what is character? How solid? We cut our hair, we shave our beards, we lose a limb. We remain ourselves. In dreams, however, we swap identities licentiously. We sabotage the structures of our character without a thought.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
b5888cd
|
Her head had turned quickly away...Not to hide her tears but to soften the fact of their absence.
|
|
hiding-tears
not-crying
obsence-of-tears
hiding-feelings
tears
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
2360d6d
|
If you have an ancestor who is a Benedictine monk, we would rather not know it.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
5a4836a
|
He spoke in one of the American accents; Lydia couldn't distinguish among them. To her they all sounded dry and tinny. Almost quack-like.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
d5fb759
|
The master is bringing Darwin through to examine lower life-forms, Rhoda. Straighten your spine or you'll be mistook for a mollusk.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
524c302
|
She was a sour-sass soul with a rubbery face.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
0b19b1d
|
Only, sometimes, in the text of a book here and there, we tap the page with a finger and say, "This is what my lost days were like. Something like this."
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
a3956e5
|
Stinging words! You re critical of everyone," observes Iris. "Oh, not everyone," says Clara in an offhand manner. "Only everybody who's alive as well as most people who are dead. I feel quite neutral about anybody not yet born."
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
64d5a6e
|
The cave of Ozma has been discovered, and she is to come back and rule our Oz, and the idiotic Scarecrow can go stuff himself. Hah!Good one: a Scarecrow stuffing himself.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
c505a32
|
Kendi olumunun dusunu kurabilmek, ne armagan ama...
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
24fb48f
|
Our private lives are like a colony of worlds expanding, contracting, breathing universal air into separate knowledges. Or like several packs of cards shuffled together by an expert anonymous hand, and dealt out in a random, amused or even hostile way.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
36e0f1b
|
After all, a book can be set aside for weeks, or for good. (Burned in the grate.) Alternatively, a story can be adored for centuries. But it cannot be derailed. A plot, whether abandoned by a reader or pursued rapturously, remains itself, and gets where it is headed even if nobody is looking. It is progressive and inevitable as the seasons. Winter still comes after autumn though you may have died over the summer.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
5779f1a
|
As for dreams, they are powered by urgent desire, even if that desire is only to escape the quotidian.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
a89f13f
|
She put her face against Glinda's and kissed her. 'Hold out, if you can,' she murmured, and kissed her again. 'Hold out, my sweet.' [...] It was astounding how quickly she became camouflaged in the ragamuffin variety of street life on the Emerald City. Or maybe it was foolish tears blurring Glinda's vision. Elphaba hadn't cried, of course. Her head had turned quickly as she stepped down, not to hide her tears but to soften the fact of their..
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
cdc0dc6
|
in a people whose moral code is so lax, so little is wrong.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
c149060
|
Perhaps every accidental cluster of people has a short period of grace, in between an initial shyness and prejudice on the one hand and eventual repugnance and betrayal on the other.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
0cf620f
|
Evil is moral at its heart--the selection of vice over virtue; you can pretend not to know, you can rationalize, but you know it in your conscience
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
cbf47ca
|
Animals in pens have lots of time to develop theories", said the Cow, "I've heard more than one clever creature draw a connection between the rise of tiktokism and the erosion of traditional Animal labour. We weren't beasts of burden, but we were good reliable labourers. If we were made redundant in the workforce, it was only a matter of time before we'd be socially redundant too."
|
|
theory
political
society
technology
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
46872c0
|
A notion of character, not so much discredited as simply forgotten, once held that people only came into themselves partway through their lives. They woke up, were they lucky enough to have consciousness, in the act of doing something they already knew how to do: feeding themselves with currants. Walking the dog. Knotting up a broken bootlace. Singing antiphonally in the choir. Suddenly: This is I, I am the girl singing this alto line off-k..
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
aa6f2d7
|
who knows what we want? We're all mysteries, even to ourselves.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
235e1af
|
One never learns how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her - is it ever the right choice? Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil? It is at the very least a question of definitions.
|
|
good-and-evil
struggle
evil
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
bb0a37c
|
Listen, we're all trapped in our own lives. You, me, everyone we've ever met.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
2f8f748
|
Her voice is hoarse. She's caught a catarrh from that dreadful draft.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
4d01af8
|
It seems there is no shortage of regret among the young -- but then, they are young, they make mistakes. They have time to correct them and the courage to admit their failings aloud.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
9820c37
|
Yes, freedom is magnificent. But freedom is hard work.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
6352c5e
|
One should see the world, and see himself, as a scale with an equal balance of good and evil. When he does one good deed, the scale is tipped to the good -- he and the world are saved. When he does one evil deed, the scale is tipped to the bad -- he and the world are destroyed.'" "Interesting. Who said that, your grandmother?" "Maimonides. The great Jewish scholastic." "I didn't know you read Jewish philosophers." "It is said, 'You must acc..
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
78b2f1f
|
Ravens aren't usually nocturnal, but hunger can be.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
c85743a
|
Those who are roped into bed at night often fall into delusions of flight.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
149ee7a
|
There is a limit to the nonsense even a dream can attempt.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
636f52b
|
When the times are a crucible, when the air is full of crisis those who are the most themselves are the victims.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
b14fba5
|
To consider what other people might say is hardly a good reason to take action or to defer it.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
253b9d8
|
Is it only in childhood that we are capable of taking in the whole world? What does it do to us that we briefly have that privilege? And, then, what harm , when the fund of novelty in human experience runs dry?
|
|
childhood
|
Gregory Maguire |
|
42804af
|
But to be most effective, the faces of the children would need to be painted in a blur, the way all children's faces truly are. For they blur as they run; they blur as they grow and change so fast; and they blur to keep us from loving them too deeply, for their protection, and also for ours.
|
|
|
Gregory Maguire |