Are you an aberration to your species?' she cried. 'Cats don't look for approval!

And there the wicked witch stayed for a long long time.' Did she ever come out?' Not yet.

So let my hands and my face make their way in this world, let my hungry eyes see, my tongue taste.

A man is called a traitor, or liberator. A rich man is a thief or philanthropist. Is one a crusader or ruthless invader? It's all in which label is able to persist.

The world unwraps itself to you, again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew.

You're fun to look at," decided Galinda. Boq's face fell. "Fun?" he said. I'd give a lot to achieve fun," Elphaba said. "The best I usually hope for is stirring, and when people say that they're usually referring to digestion-

The world rarely shrieks its meaning at you. It whispers, in private languages and obscure modalities, in arcane and quixotic imagery, through symbol systems in which every element has multiple meanings determined by juxtaposition.