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

Waking up was a daily cruelty, an affront, and she avoided it by not sleeping.

You confuse not speaking with not listening.

Maybe the definition of home is the place where you are never forgiven. So you may always belong there, bound by guilt. And maybe the cost of belonging is worth it.

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.

She watched the sun bleed water out of the icicle. Warm and cold working together to make an icicle. Warm and cold anger working together to make a fury, a fury worthy enough to use as a weapon against the old things that still needed fighting.

I do love to sing. Had I a longer set of thigh bones and a sweeter voice, I should have loved to be a performer.