I may not be sure if monsters exist, but I’d rather live my life in doubt than be persuaded by a real experience of one.

...but the tale itself is a trickster and doesn't hesitate to lie. It is anachronistic with a vengeance. It emerges always and everywhere, overt or disguised, pureblood or hybrid, and healthy as sin.

No wonder Wonderland isn't funny to read anymore: We live there full time. We need a break from it.

Just follow that one road the whole time!... I hope they don't get lost, I'm so bad at giving directions.

The moon rose, an opalescent goddess tipping light from her harsh maternal scimitar.

She wasn't afraid of doing good or of resisting evil. She was merely afraid she might not be able to tell the difference.

Behold the male beast roaring in the jungle for his mate," said Elphaba. "See how the female beast giggles behind a shrub while she organizes her face to say, Pardon dear, did you say something?