Wisdom is not the understanding of mystery. Wisdom is accepting that mystery is beyond understanding. That's what makes it mystery.

I wouldn't mind leaving myself behind if I could, but I don't know the way out.

at least i'm talkng to myself. instead of giving myself the cold shoulder

But she woke up just then, and in the moonlight covered herself with a blanket. She smiled at him drowsily and called him "Yero, my hero," and that melted his heart.

The thing about a mirror is this: The one who stares into it is condemned to consider the world from her own perspective.

She dropped her shyness like a nightgown, and in the liquid glare of sunlight on old boards she held up her hands-as if, in the terror of the upcoming skirmish, she had at last understood that she was beautiful. In her own way.

Galinda didn't often stop to consider whether she believed in what she said or not; the whole point of conversations was flow.