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

If one could drown in the grass, thought Elphie, that might be the best way to die.

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?

Small steps to the madhouse still get us there at last

That's what misbehavior is all about, just a little extra loving being asked for.

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

Not everyone is born a witch or a saint. Not everyone is born talented, or crooked, or blessed; some are born definite in no particular at all. We are a fountain of shimmering contradictions, most of us. Beautiful in the concept, if we're lucky, but frequently tedious or regrettable as we flesh ourselves out.