My tastes in music tend to favor anything my kids don't like, out of natural antipathy amplified by a sort of malicious glee. — 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
