What had survived - maybe all that had survived of Trism - was Liir's sense of him. A catalog of impressions that arose from time to time, unbidden and often upsetting. From the sandy smell of his sandy hair to the locked grip of his muscles as they had wrestled in sensuous aggression - unwelcome nostalgia. Trism lived in Liir's heart like a full suit of clothes in a wardrobe, dress habillards maybe, hollow and real at once. The involuntary memory of the best of Trism's glinting virtues sometimes kicked up unquietable spasms of longing.
Gregory MaguireIf you're ever in doubt, throw a pepper in the air. If it fails to come down, you have gone mad, so don't trust in anything.
Gregory MaguireI may not be sure if monsters exist, but Iād rather live my life in doubt than be persuaded by a real experience of one.
Gregory MaguireSo she listened hard. And she began to evolve, because stories work their magic that way. They build conviction and erode conviction in equal measure.
Gregory MaguireJust my luck, if I believed in luck. I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is.
Gregory Maguire...What is the use of beauty? i have lived my life surrounded by painters, and still I do not know the answer. But i suspect, some days, that beauty helps protect the spirit of mankind, swaddle it and succor it, so that we might survive. Beauty is no end in itself, but if it makes or lives less miserable so that we might be more kind-well, then, lets have beauty, painted on our porcelain, hanging on our walls, ringing through our stories.
Gregory Maguire