...but the tale itself is a trickster and doesn't hesitate to lie. It is anachronistic with a vengeance. It emerges always and everywhere, overt or disguised, pureblood or hybrid, and healthy as sin.

Okay let's get this over with, no I'm not seasick, yes I've always been green, No I didn't eat grass as a child.

Small steps to the madhouse still get us there at last

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

The sweet accident of coincidence is the best foundation on which to build.

The wickedness of men is that their power breeds stupidity and blindness.

One never learns how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her~is it ever the right choice? Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil?