And girls need cold anger. They need the cold simmer, the ceaseless grudge, the talent to avoid forgiveness, the side stepping of compromise. They need to know when they say something that they will never back down, ever, ever.

Light will blind us in time, but what we learn in the dark can see us through.

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

But his face had that hollow look, as if there was something gone... you know that look. The inward focus. Distantly attentive to the home you're missing, or the someone you're missing. That look that a bird has when it turns it dry reptilian eye on you. That look that doesn't see you because the mind is filled up with someone it would rather see.

Small steps to the madhouse still get us there at last

There may be no city in the clouds, but dreaming of it can enliven the spirit.

Elphaba looked like something between an animal and an Animal, like something more than life but not quite Life.