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
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
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
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
...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
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's the endlessly thinking about yourself that causes such heart shame. — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
“By so giving up, of course, it renews itself- that is the secret” — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
Forgive us our trespasses," says Margarethe, "and get out of our way. — 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 Image
“Very few things in the world are certain, but morning is one of them.” — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
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 Image
“I care as much as I can, but I don’t spend energy caring about things I cannot resolve.” — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
I shall pray for your soul,' promised Nessarose. I shall wait for your shoes,' Elphie answered. — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
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 Image
“At its most elemental, a spell is no more than a recipe for change.” — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
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 Image
