Waking up was a daily cruelty, an affront, and she avoided it by not sleeping. — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
“But this was fancy; she was succumbing to fancy in a way she hadn't done before.” — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
Galinda didn't often stop to consider whether she believed in what she said or not; the whole point of conversations was flow. — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
She wasn't afraid of doing good or of resisting evil. She was merely afraid she might not be able to tell the… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
“What will I do if I find myself with a heart?" "Lose it constantly, I imagine.” — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
“...and Ama Clutch was gone, and the overly subordinate pillowcase took a small spill of human juice from the edge of her… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
It's the endlessly thinking about yourself that causes such heart shame. — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
Indeed, she often wondered if she were dead, or dying from the inside out, and that was the root of her calm,… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
Memory is a part of the present. It builds us up inside; it knits our bones to our muscles and keeps our… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
So she listened hard. And she began to evolve, because stories work their magic that way. They build conviction and erode conviction… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
I'm a comic writer, in some ways, and a comic person when I'm up at a podium, in order to disguise the… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
... the decades looked on and didn't notice her passing. They stared from their fixed mounts across at each other and didn't… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
“Glinda was changed. She knew it herself. She had come to Shiz a vain, silly thing, and she now found herself in… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
...looking at him makes her feel like laughing all over - as if she could laugh not just with her mouth but… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
But she woke up just then, and in the moonlight covered herself with a blanket. She smiled at him drowsily and called… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
What had survived - maybe all that had survived of Trism - was Liir's sense of him. A catalog of impressions that… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
It may merely be apocryphal that when the Wizard saw the glass bottle he gasped, and clutched his heart. The story is… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
“There are two kinds of anger: hot and cold. Boys and girls experience both, but as they grow up the anger separates according to… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share
No one survives in times of war unless they make war their home. How did I get so old and wise, but for welcoming… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share
“I care as much as I can, but I don’t spend energy caring about things I cannot resolve.” — Gregory Maguire Copy Share
“How many times in a life, he thought, will I lie down in a darkness whose character I cannot imagine, to see what daybreak… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share
Old Flossie settle down on the other side of What-the-Dickens and dragged some handiwork out of a sack. She armed herself with two thorns… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share
I shall pray for your soul,' promised Nessarose. I shall wait for your shoes,' Elphie answered. — Gregory Maguire Copy Share
My first job was scooping ice cream at Friendly's in Albany, New York. I hated the work, most of my colleagues, and the uniform,… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share
I write because I admire the act of rationalization, of seeking clarity in one's understanding of the complexities of life, and I'm bad at… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share
“Do good though, will you?" She blinked brightly at the green girl. "If not for your parents or your grandmother, then for me?” — Gregory Maguire Copy Share
“You always had an eye for the fellow with a decent helping of sausage and hard-boiled eggs.” — Gregory Maguire Copy Share
“You need my help? What for? Bread, cash, a fake identity to help you slip sideways through the cracks? Tell me what you need,… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share
