Gregory Maguire
Gregory Maguire
Gregory Maguireis an American novelist. He is the author of Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister, and several dozen other novels for adults and children. Many of Maguire's adult novels are inspired by classic children's stories; Wicked transforms the Wicked Witch of the West from L. Frank Baum's The Wonderful Wizard of Oz and its 1939 film adaptation into the misunderstood green-skinned Elphaba Thropp. The blockbuster Broadway musical Wicked,...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth9 June 1954
CityAlbany, NY
CountryUnited States of America
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No, she wasn't losing language. She was choking on it.
The body apologizes to the soul for its errors, and the soul asks forgiveness for squatting in the body without invitation.
Starlight and comet tails burned the tips of endless grass below into hammered silver. Like thousands of tapers in the chapel, just blown out but still glowing. If one could drown in the grass...it might be the best way to die.
I shall pray for your soul,' promised Nessarose. I shall wait for your shoes,' Elphie answered.
There may be no city in the clouds, but dreaming of it can enliven the spirit.
We only have babies when we're young enough not to know how grim life turns out.
What goes unnamed remains hard to correct.
The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on.
You confuse not speaking with not listening.
Always the bridesmaid , never the bride." Always the godfather, never the god".
Old Flossie settle down on the other side of What-the-Dickens and dragged some handiwork out of a sack. She armed herself with two thorns shaped into knitting needles. A wodge of curlicued metallic scrubbing pad supplied the threat. 'I knit handcuffs as a hobby,' explained Old Flossie happily, and set to work. 'Idle hands get up to no good, so I like to be prepared in case I meet up with any idle hands.
The colossal might of wickedness: how we love to locate it massively elsewhere. But so much of it comes down to what each one of us does between breakfast and bedtime.
So he stalked her again. Love makes hunters of us all.
Oh now that's a blueprint for an impossibly rosy future