“Do good though, will you?" She blinked brightly at the green girl. "If not for your parents or your grandmother, then for… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
“How shallow the words are, really - She is a witch . One might as well say, She is a mother ,… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
“A mother to a reckless, feckless, one-off of a child—but what child isn’t?” — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
“But who could teach daughters how to fly? Parents were by definition earthbound, grub eaters, feet in their own coffins, by dint… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
“He is a boy, just as boys are. A little dull, maybe, but he hasn't had the advantages we've had.' 'Which are?'… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
“I am a woman who slept with my father the Pope. They say I did, at least, and so does he. And… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
“Those times are over and gone, and good-riddance to them, too. We were hopelessly high-spirited. Now we're the thick-waisted generation, dragging along… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
“Please, I know nothing of the world, except my father is lost in it.” — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
I didn't even realize this at first, but there's almost no central character in any of my 24 books who doesn't have… — 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
