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I'm not slow." "Well, you're not hasty,"
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Lost is not an address, it's not a permission to fail, it's not an excuse.
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This is what it feels like to be a piece of shit, thought Brrr; being pummeled on all sides by the world, forced forward, outward, into naked stink and light.
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What did it say about the movement of time, about what was about to happen, that I could understand the hummingbird spin of human voices?
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The circularity of influence was like a trail of dominos falling in four dimensions. Each time one slapped another and fell to the ground, from a different vantage point it appeared knocked upright, ready to be slapped and fall again.
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How like a spoon with a razor edge is human need.
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Lucrezia Borgia couldn't be moved by the sentiment, nor could she forgive the insult. Old woman. Old.
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sentiment
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The witch turned this way and that, "I think I've kept my figure, don't you?" she asked Mewster. "Who else would want it?" "Don't be snarky." She batted her eyelashes at her reflection. "I do believe I have my mother's eyes." "Maybe it's time you give them back. Your mother's bee dead since the reign of Oleg the Incontinent."
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humor
witch
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The witch shrieked in panic, in disbelief. That even now the world should twist so, offending her once again: Elphaba, who had endured Sarima's refusal to forgive, now begged by a gibbering child for the same mercy always denied her? How could you give such a thing out of your own hollowness?
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I myself am quite addicted to sin. It does keep my confessor busy, negotiating with Heaven on my behalf.
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Day after day in the season of disaster, it can be hard to recognize a chance in fortune when it comes.
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What condition is that? I've been in this condition my whole life," Liir answered. "It's the only condition I know. Bitter love, loneliness, contempt for corruption, blind hope. It's where I live. A permanent state of bereavement. This is nothing new."
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I need some advice I can use." "Advice? Don't use your energies fretting. The morning is wiser than the night, my ducky. The train will be back in the station by dawn. If it's not, you're welcome to starve with the rest of us. But don't worry. If it gets too much for you, just outside this cottage is a convenient well. A more efficient method to drown yourself is hard to find. Splish splash."
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russia
well
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One May, oh, cook poorly, or be socially graceless, or invest unwisely, or fail to achieve the best personal hygiene. But one doesn't want to live wrong - from breath to breath, from start to finish, to get it wrong, so wrong, so fully wrong, that one has never had the glimmer of an idea that it might be better. Or does one? Maybe if you're going to get it that wrong, it's better to get it all wrong. The proverbial stupid any crawling on th..
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live
living-wrong
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I am forty. [...] I know who I am. The treachery of possibilities that threaten to swamp a young guy -- I negotiated them. I'm on the other side. The safe side. Why then do I remember the perilous moments with such fond affection?
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identity
memory
nostalgia
youth
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I'd give a lot to achieve fun," Elphaba said. "The best I usually hope for is stirring, and when people say that they're usually referring to digestion-"
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The funeral was modest, a love-her-and-shove-her affair.
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Was Shell there, wondered Liir, knuckles on some marble windowsill, Lord High Apostle Muscle himself, Shell Go-to-hell Thropp, First Spear, Emperor of Oz, Personal Shell of the Unnamed God? Did he lean forward and squint at the holy ghost of his remonstrating sister, and rub his eyes? Six thousand strong, they cried in unison, hoping that the echo of their message would be heard in the darkest, most cloistered cell in Southstairs as well as..
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Being normal isn't that miserable." "Try it for a thousand years in a row, and you'll be grateful for a little zaniness."
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belongs. I can't afford so much as a footman to scour Saint Petersburg." "You must afford it. It is said, 'One"
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That's the beginning of heroism, the decision to try.
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inspirational
try
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If you're ever dragged from your chambers at midnight, blindfolded and gagged, without being told whether you're off to a firing squad or a surprise birthday party, you'll find that you turn and return to that pivotal moment.
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Whispering can disguise the shape of syllables, but not of mood.
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mood
whisper
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That was what was once believed. Now, it seems hardly to matter when and how we become ourselves - or even what we become. Theory chases theory about how we are composed. The only constant: the abjuration of personal responsibility. We are the next thing that the time dragon is dreaming, and nothing to be done about it. We are the fanciful sketch of wry Lurline, we are a droll and ornamental, and no more culpable than a sprig of lavender o..
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Rain spoke as slowly as she could, working her way like a tightrope artist across her thoughts, feeling them an instant before walking the words out.
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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.
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There's a reason we live in time. We are too small a flask, even as an Elephant, to tolerate too much knowing. Instead, truth must drip through us as through a pipette, to allow only moments of apprehension. Moments diffuse and miniature enough to be survived.
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I came here to propose that we meet from time to time. That we meet as friends. That, free of expectations, we come to know each other as dear friends. I do not deny that you overwhelm me with your beauty. You are the moon in the season of shadowlight; you are the fruit of the candlewood tree; you are the phoenix in circles of flight. You are the mythical sea.
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By that token, you might forget an event, but you can never go back to living as you did before its hidden influence was applied upon you.
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Gregory Maguire |
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We are all migrants. We are exiled from the place where meaning meant something.
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Gregory Maguire |
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mori that time must also catch him at his crime: Painting
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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?
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Gregory Maguire |
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The story is told in so many ways, depending on who is doing the telling, and what needs to be heard at the time.
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Gregory Maguire |
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Le malheur est l'issue naturelle de la vie, et pourtant nous continuons a faire des bebes.
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enfants
gregory-maguire
malheur
naissance
quotes
vie
wicked
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Wisdom is not the understanding of mystery, she said to herself, not for the first time. Wisdom is accepting that mystery is beyond understanding. That's what makes it mystery
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Gregory Maguire |
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The chronic fun of writing, the distraction of it, was not knowing.
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Gregory Maguire |
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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:
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I lift on my toes at the end of the dock, to dive into the lake because I am hot, and while isolated like a specimen in the glassy slide of summer, the notions of hot and lake and I converge into a consciousness of consciousness--in an instant, in between launch and landing, even before I cannonball into the lake, shattering both my reflection and my old notion of myself. That was what was once believed. Now, it seems hardly to matter when ..
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Gregory Maguire |
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c01b85a
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Mind your way forward and find your way back,
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Gregory Maguire |
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588fa78
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Still, there is no law that says all decent things must be permanent. Perhaps family itself, like beauty, is temporary, and no discredit need attach to beauty, is temporary, and no discredit need attach to impermanence.
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