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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e17a5eb | Finally the gorilla queen had had enough. She wrote a letter to the editor of and asked for advice. The editor printed her letter (but in order to protect her privacy, changed her name from 'Gorilla Queen' to 'Worried in the Royal Castle'). The editor suggested hiring a local hunter to take the little troublemaker out into the woods, kill him, and cut his heart out and bring it back. 'Check page 44 of last month's issue for delicious reci.. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| bb0328c | Children talk themselves out of their convictions as they grow up and become distracted by their huge selfish selves. All the literature is consistent on this point. Children begin to think they've imagined us. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 1619c1a | A little bird told me," said the Lion." | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 0125a58 | There was no apology for the way the world worked. Only accommodation to it, while at the same time committing--somehow--not to give up. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| d89d447 | It's more convenient to have a hero waiting in the wings than to endure a blowhard standing in the spotlight. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| caa67c8 | What words she had thought to write on the face of the moon were washed away from her as she submerged, trying to disturb no one, nothing. Trying not so much as to interrupt a current, even trying not to shatter into soft-edged platelets the green moon in the reflection. Trying to sidestep having any influence at all, now and till the end of her life. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 99e4918 | He had thought love as a policy made a lot of sense for those who could manage it, and anyone who could manage it belonged in religious life. The rest of us have to struggle with more ordinary love, the common or garden variety: love as a crippling condition. Love as a syndrome. | religion | Gregory Maguire | |
| 0aa453f | Lost is not an address, it's not permission to fail, it's not an excuse. | loss | Gregory Maguire | |
| cee7c68 | Mergaitems reikia salto pykcio. Joms butina apgalvota neapykanta, pagieza, leidzianti isvengti kompromisu, vengimas atleisti. Joms reikia zinoti, jog pasakytu zodziu neatsiims, niekada, niekada. Tai kompensacija uz ribotas moteru galimybes pasaulyje. <...> Stok skersai kelio moteriai, ir neabejok - ji nepamirs nuoskaudos ir puoseles savo kersta nors ir visa amzinybe, jei to reikes. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| a8918f1 | Blogis nera negeri poelgiai, o tai, kaip bjauriai po to jautiesi. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| d5accc3 | Some realities are too onerous to be borne by nations, let alone by children. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| c10c093 | Bu dunyada cefa ahirette sefa mi? Yok daha neler! | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 8953294 | There's no need to hear gossip about government. It'll only give you gas. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 510f6b1 | So Oxford, at its inception a huddle of theologicians and divines, grew into a city of dreams, and much good may come of that. Little surprise that Middle-earth and Narnia were both discovered here. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 41464b8 | She reasoned that because she was beautiful she was significant, though what she signified, and to whom, was not clear to her yet. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 41480c7 | Everything changes you, and you change everything. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| a1b566a | La gente que dice ser malvada no suele ser peor que el resto de nosotros -suspiro-. Pero la gente que dice ser buena, o mejor que los demas en algun aspecto, esa gente si que es peligrosa. | gregory-maguire maldad | Gregory Maguire | |
| ed1932a | You lost your copper as well as your faith in wishes, and prayers. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 670e75f | But so often, before words can rise to the mind to imply the ineffable, the ineffable has effed off. | words | Gregory Maguire | |
| 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 | growth life | 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-feelings hiding-tears not-crying obsence-of-tears 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 |