I know you don't want to hear this but someone has to say it! You are out of control! I mean they're just shoes... let it go!

There may be no city in the clouds, but dreaming of it can enliven the spirit.

Speaking uses us up, speeds us up. Without prayer, that act of confession for merely existing, one might live forever and not know it.

Remember this: Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others. No one controls your destiny.

[Puggles] "What population signs on willingly for slavery?" "You mean other than wives?" [Glinda]

Only he with the hobbled foot fully knows the beauty of running. Only he with the severed ear can apprehend what the sweetest music must sound like. Our ailments complete us.

It was mild monsters like these that made Jack the Ripper go after young women, she decided: who could tolerate yielding the world to someone who behaved as if she had given birth to the very world herself?