When the dawn light is coursing through the slats in the shutters at last, making thin stripes on the floor, she, tossing, decides that for every human soul there must surely be a possible childhood worth living, but once it… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
“But is life worth living in the wrong form?” said Elphie. “The interior doesn’t change,” she answered, “except by self-involvement. Of which be not afraid, and also beware.” — 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 the sex. Boys need hot anger to survive. They need inclination to fight, the drive to sink the knife into the flesh, the energy and initiative of fury. It's a requirement of hunting, of defense, of… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share
“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 shaped into knitting needles. A wodge of curlicued metallic scrubbing pad supplied the threat. 'I knit handcuffs as a hobby,' explained Old Flossie happily, and set to work. 'Idle hands get up to no good, so… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share
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
