My job is to protect you, Lady Glinda even if you are loosing your mind.

The answer of course, is that the clock isn't meant to measure earthly time, but the time of the soul. Redemption and condemnation time. For the soul, each instant is always a minute short of judgment.

Where I'm from, we believe in all sorts of things that aren't true... we call it history.

There were people everywhere but no one was mine, and I was no one's.

How poetic you are," she said. "I've a notion that poetry is the highest form of self-deception.

Happy endings are still endings.

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?