Everyone dies. It's a question of where and how, that's all.

Small steps to the madhouse still get us there at last

When I write a book, I write very cleanly from page one to the last page. I hardly ever write out of sequence.

Don't wish,"said Rain, "don't start. Wishing only...

The more civilized we become, the more horrendous our entertainments.

You could say that Elphaba brought us together,' said Boq softly. 'I'm closer to her and so I'm closer to you.' Galinda seemed to give up. She leaned her head back on the velvet cushions of the swing and said, 'Boq, you know despite myself I think you're a little sweet. You're a little sweet and you're a little charming and you're a little maddening and you're a little habit-forming.' Boq held his breath. But you're little!' she concluded. 'You're a Munchkin, for god's sake!' He kissed her, he kissed her, he kissed her, little by little by little.

Wisdom is not the understanding of mystery. Wisdom is accepting that mystery is beyond understanding. That's what makes it mystery.