Well, the family always was bright, and brightness, as you know, decays brilliantly.
Gregory MaguireOh now that's a blueprint for an impossibly rosy future
Gregory MaguireFrom torched skyscrapers, men grew wings.
Gregory MaguireWe start out in identical perfection: bright, reflective, full of sun. The accident of our lives bruises us into dirty individuality. We meet with grief. Our character dulls and tarnishes. We meet with guilt. We know, we know: the price of living is corruption. There isn’t as much light as there once was. In the grave we lapse back into undifferentiated sameness
Gregory MaguireElphaba looked like something between an animal and an Animal, like something more than life but not quite Life.
Gregory MaguireNot everyone is born a witch or a saint. Not everyone is born talented, or crooked, or blessed; some are born definite in no particular at all. We are a fountain of shimmering contradictions, most of us. Beautiful in the concept, if we're lucky, but frequently tedious or regrettable as we flesh ourselves out.
Gregory MaguireDie Wahrheit lässt sich nach Geschmack gestalten
Denn Wahrheit ist, was alle dafür halten!
Tags: wicked-the-musical
She assumes that skill will guide her fingertips, that shapely lines will uncoil out of the pencil the moment she starts. Surely talent is a thing curled deep inside, just waiting to be exercised, and at the slightest invitation it will stretch, shake itself, make itself known?
Talent, it seems, is not so insistent.
Because no retreat from the world can mask what is in your face.
Gregory MaguireTags: sorrow guilt remorse witch elphaba
No," she cried, "no, no, I'm not a harem, I'm not a woman, I'm not a person, no.
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