No, she wasn't losing language. She was choking on it.

Evil is an act, not an appetite. How many haven't wanted to slash the throat of some boor across the dining room table? Present company excepted of course. Everyone has the appetite. If you give in to it, it, that act is evil. The appetite is normal.

I had written childrens books for 14 years before I published Wicked. And none of them were poorly reviewed, and none of them sold enough for me to be able to buy a bed.

Approval is overrated...Approval and disapproval alike satisfy those who deliver it more than those who receive it. I don't care for approval, and I don't mind doing without.

This is why you shouldn't fall in love, it blinds you. Love is wicked distraction.

Forgive us our trespasses," says Margarethe, "and get out of our way.

Not an ugly color, Nanny thought. Just not a human color.