If magic was present, it moved under the skin of the world, beneath the ability of human eyes to catch sight of it.

Wishing is the beginning of imagination. They practice wishing when they are young things, and then -when they have grown - they have a developed imagination. Which can do some harm - greed, that kind of thing - but more often does them some good. They can imagine that things might be different. Might be other than they seem. Could be better.

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.

As long as people are going to call you lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention.

Just my luck, if I believed in luck. I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is.

Perhaps family itself, like beauty, is temporary, and no discredit need attach to impermanence.

Cross a man and you struggle, one of you wins, you adjust and go on - or you lie there dead. Cross a woman and the universe is changed, once again, for cold anger requires an eternal vigilance in all matters of slight and offense