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857e864
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Humans are so blind, their eyes on the ground, themselves always at the center. Birds know themselves not to be at the center of anything, but at the margins of everything. The end of the map. We only live where someone's horizon sweeps someone else's. We are only noticed on the edge of things; but on the edge of things, we notice much.
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Gregory Maguire |
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e5a03eb
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Sometimes I think that vengeance is habit forming too. A stiffness of the attitude.
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Gregory Maguire |
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c99a04b
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The thing is I have become fond of Galinda myself. Behind her starry-eyed love of herself there is a mind struggling to work. She does think about things. When her mind is really working, she could, if led, think on you - even, I suspect, somewhat fondly. I suspect. I don't know. But when she slides back into herself, I mean into the girl who spends two hours a day curling that beautiful hair, it's as if the thinking Galinda goes into some ..
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Gregory Maguire |
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He was hungry without yet knowing that hunger could be slaked by food; he was lonely without yet knowing that loneliness could be slaked, too.
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Gregory Maguire |
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Nothing in the Grimmerie on how to depose a tyrant - nothing useful... Nothing there that described why men and women could turn out so horrible. Or so wonderful - if that ever happens anymore.
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philosophy
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Gregory Maguire |
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For who was in thrall to whom, really? And could it ever be known? Each agent working in collusion and antagonism - like the cold and the sun alike creating a deadly spear of ice... Who is in thrall to whom? And while you wait to learn, the deadly icicle, formed by all opposing forces, falls and drives its cold nail into penetrable flesh.
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power
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Gregory Maguire |
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6f04210
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I have always felt like a pawn... My skin color's been a curse, my missionary parents made me sober and intense, my school days brought me up against political crimes against Animals, my love life imploded and my lover died, and if I had any life's work of my own, I haven't found it yet, except in animal husbandry, if you could call it that.
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destiny
fate
free-will
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Gregory Maguire |
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80bc406
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Well," said Madame Morrible in a carrying tone, "one expects poetry, if it is Poetry, to offend. It is the Right of Art."
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Gregory Maguire |
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c7c08ae
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What is there that makes my life worth preserving? "I love you," said Elphaba. "So that's that then, and that's it," he answered her, and himself. "And I love you. So I promise to be careful." Careful of us both, he thought. So he stalked her again. Love makes hunters of us all."
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Gregory Maguire |
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2ce2a28
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No one is exempt from grief." The"
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Gregory Maguire |
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30cd8e3
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She'll have to cross the distance herself. Trust me on that, Brrr. I know about it. Either she'll choose to visit us when there is enough of her present to visit, or day by day she'll learn to survive without needing what you need and I need.
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Gregory Maguire |
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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. None
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Gregory Maguire |
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a16ce13
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Behind every aspect of the world is another aspect of the world.
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Gregory Maguire |
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911b1e4
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Always the godfather, never the god,
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Gregory Maguire |
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215e2e5
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there is no backstory in dream. Time slips all its handcuffs. So:
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Gregory Maguire |
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49a1bc0
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Hello, this is I, and these are my arms and legs, which are useful, and this inconvenient hump is my sorrow, which is less than useful, but I've learned how to hump it around, so pay it no mind.
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sorrow
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21cf0c0
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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
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Gregory Maguire |
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854d3f9
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I think you know if you're different," he ventured. "I think you know if you're gifted. How could you not?" "You know if you feel set apart," said Nanny, "but who doesn't feel that? Maybe we're all gifted. We just don't know it."
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Gregory Maguire |
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49ab841
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The wickedness of men is that their power breeds stupidity and blindness,
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Gregory Maguire |
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ef60a1f
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How brave that had made her feel, and how vulnerable too.
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Gregory Maguire |
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I'm no pawn," said Glinda. "I take all the credit in the world for my own foolishness. Good gracious, dear, all of life is a spell. You know that. But you do have some choice."
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Gregory Maguire |
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aed02c4
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We all have our shortcomings, it seems, though some are less visible than others.
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Gregory Maguire |
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8612081
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Now he was the minister and she the sinner, an arrangement she did not particularly enjoy.
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Gregory Maguire |
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45136f6
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one expects poetry, if it is Poetry, to offend.
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Gregory Maguire |
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f536223
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Talking among children is an overrated concept.
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Gregory Maguire |
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629ec2b
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You can't criticize the size of a world.
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Gregory Maguire |
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2548140
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once you outgrow that fetching habit of faith you will display a ferocious authority.
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Gregory Maguire |
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b501fc0
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Her head had turned away quickly as she stepped down, not to hide her tears but to soften the fact of their absence.
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Gregory Maguire |
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d8c1835
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but, being unable to decide yes, she decided no.
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Gregory Maguire |
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b95d66d
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Behind her starry-eyed love of herself there IS a mind struggling to work. She DOES think about things. When her mind is really working, she could, if led, think on you--even, I suspect, somewhat fondly. I suspect. I don't know. But when she slides back into herself, I mean into the girl who spends two hours a day curling her beautiful hair, it's as if the thinking Galinda goes into some internal closet and shuts the door. Or as if she's in..
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Gregory Maguire |
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8002f50
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A world emerging, daily, out of nothing, a world that we trust to resemble what we've seen previously. We should know better.
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day
emerging
gregory-maguire
perception
perceptions-of-reality
resemble
trust
worlds
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04542e9
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Night is brushed aside like so much cobweb. The day is wound up and begins even before the last haunted dreams, the last of the fog, those spectral and evanescent residues, have faded away.
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day
evanescent
fade
fog
night
simile
spectral
wound
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Gregory Maguire |
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e11eb90
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You could catalog the thousand ways people shrink from life, as if chance and change are by their nature toxic, disfiguring.
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Gregory Maguire |
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274d365
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And of the Witch? In the life of a Witch, there is no after, in the ever after of a Witch, there is no happily; In the story of a Witch, there is no afterword.
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life-of-a-witch
sad-ending
souless
wicked-life
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Gregory Maguire |
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bdac529
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But men don't dry up, Melena objected; they can father to the death. Ah, we're slow learners, Nanny countered. But they can't learn at all.
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Gregory Maguire |
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b333eaf
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Is it the sheer nature of the beast within, the human animal inside the Human Being?
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living-a-higher-life
methaphysical-works
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Gregory Maguire |
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ad977a9
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Oh, wary, well, I'm wary of the water I drink, it might be poisoned," said Glinda. "That doesn't mean I stop drinking water."
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Gregory Maguire |
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69f5198
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People who claim that they're evil are usually no worse than the rest of us. It's people who claim that they're good, or anyway better than the rest of us, that you have to be wary of.
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Gregory Maguire |
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a5ca634
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Memory is part of the present. It builds us up inside; it knits our bones to our muscles and keeps our heart pumping. It is memory that reminds our bodies to work, and memory that reminds our spirits to work, too: it keeps us who we are. It is the influence that keeps us from flying off into separate pieces like"--she looked around--"like this peel of orange, and that clutch of pips."
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Gregory Maguire |
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e402bc1
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Not everyone is born a witch or a saint. Not everyone is born talented, or crooked, or blessed; some are born definite in no particular at all.
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Gregory Maguire |
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d04b42b
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lumpy.
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Gregory Maguire |
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ff12d16
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There was much to hate in this world, and too much to love.
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Gregory Maguire |
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61f8316
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A burnt broom that has had enough, and refuses to burn further...
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Gregory Maguire |
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028c872
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A perfect word for my new life. Unbecoming. I who have always been unbecoming am becoming un.
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new-life
our-true-self
unbecoming
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