Elphaba looked like something between an animal and an Animal, like something more than life but not quite Life.

Wishing is the beginning of imagination. They practice wishing when they are young things, and then -when they have grown - they have a developed imagination. Which can do some harm - greed, that kind of thing - but more often does them some good. They can imagine that things might be different. Might be other than they seem. Could be better.

... the decades looked on and didn't notice her passing. They stared from their fixed mounts across at each other and didn't see revolution striding between them, on her way to destiny.

Yet who can say how our souls have been stamped by witnessing such a cruel drama? All souls are hostages to their human envelopes, but souls must decay and suffer at such indignity, don't you agree?

I shall pray for your soul,' promised Nessarose. I shall wait for your shoes,' Elphie answered.

quoting reminds me there are other people in the world besides only me. And other thoughts besides mine, and other ways of thinking.

There were more ways to live than the ones given by one's superiors