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She is no longer I, she is too long ago, she is only she.

Gregory Maguire

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Gregory Maguire
Age: 70
Born: 1954
Born: June 9
Novelist
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Albany
New York
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Yet who can say how our souls have been stamped by witnessing such a cruel drama? All souls are hostages to their human envelopes, but souls must decay and suffer at such indignity, don't you agree?
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Memory is a part of the present. It builds us up inside it knits our bones to our muscles and keeps our hearts pumping. It is memory that reminds our bodies to work, and memory that reminds our spirits to work to: it keeps us who we are.~Candle
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His avenging angel had come to call him home. A suicide was waiting for him back in his own world, and by now he ought to have learned enough to get through it successfully.
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My first job was scooping ice cream at Friendly's in Albany, New York. I hated the work, most of my colleagues, and the uniform, and I more or less lost my taste for ice cream permanently.
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Are you the dart? he said. Are you the knife? The fuse? She said (though he wasn't convinced): My deane, my poppet, I am too green to walk into a public place and do something bad.
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As long as people are going to call you lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention.
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You're fun to look at, decided Galinda. Boq's face fell. Fun? he said. I'd give a lot to achieve fun, Elphaba said. The best I usually hope for is stirring, and when people say that they're usually referring to digestion-
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Elphaba looked like something between an animal and an Animal, like something more than life but not quite Life.
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So he stalked her again. Love makes hunters of us all.
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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.
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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.
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The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say.
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We live in our tales of ourselves, she thought, and ignore as best we can the contradictions, and the lapses, and the abrasions of plot against our mortal souls.
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No wonder Wonderland isn't funny to read anymore: We live there full time. We need a break from it.
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Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil?
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Forget us, forget us all, it makes no difference now, but don't forget we loved it when we were alive.
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Little critters fried like fritters come out crunchy and divine.
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I do love to sing. Had I a longer set of thigh bones and a sweeter voice, I should have loved to be a performer.
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Birds know themselves not to be at the center of anything, but at the margins of everything. The end of the map. We only live where someone's horizon sweeps someone else's. We are only noticed on the edge of things but on the edge of things, we notice much.
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...perhaps charity is the kind of beauty that we comprehend the best because we miss it the most.
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