Why lock yourself in your own cage when someone is handing you a key?

Little critters fried like fritters come out crunchy and divine.

How poetic you are," she said. "I've a notion that poetry is the highest form of self-deception.

All our lives are activity without meaning; we burrow ratlike into life and we squirm ratlike through it and ratlike we are flung into our graves at the end. Now and then, why shouldn't we hear a voice of prophecy.

I don't like work like that. I am the silent partner. I work through events, I live on the sidelines, I dabble in causes and effects, I watch how the misbegotten creatures of this world live their lives.

No wonder Wonderland isn't funny to read anymore: We live there full time. We need a break from it.

You're fun to look at," decided Galinda. Boq's face fell. "Fun?" he said. I'd give a lot to achieve fun," Elphaba said. "The best I usually hope for is stirring, and when people say that they're usually referring to digestion-