“Lucrezia Borgia couldn't be moved by the sentiment, nor could she forgive the insult. Old woman. Old.” — 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
