Was it an accident that I saw Fiyero, I wondered, looking at the manager with new eyes, or is it just that world unwraps itself to you again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew?

...No opening sermons concerning children with humps and fins for limbs, who nonetheless, immortal souls all, deserve life, liberty, and the pursuit of Happy Meals.

He knew about being alone. The weather was always cold there.

Children are wickeder than adults, they have no sense of restraint.

It isn’t hard to find evil in this world. Evil is always more easily imagined than good, somehow.

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

In summer moonlight, she was dangerously, inebriatingly magnified.