Wicked: The Life And Times Of The Wicked Witch Of The West Quotes
"A mile above Oz, the Witch balanced on the wind’s forward edge, as if she were a green fleck of the land itself."
"Below, the Yellow Brick Road looped back on itself, like a relaxed noose."
"But Dorothy’s right," said the Scarecrow. "No one is exempt from grief."
"The storm makes you skittish. It’s natural after what you’ve been through," said the Tin Woodman. "Relax."
"Your body gets this big and it takes over-if you can’t accommodate it, sweetheart, you just get out of its way."
"Self-control?" She laughed, inching toward the edge of the bed. "I have no self left. I’m only a host for the parasite."
"We don’t go on having babies, that’s quite apparent. We only have babies when we’re young enough not to know how grim life turns out."
"Whole choruses were singing wordlessly inside her head! Was this common for every labor and delivery?"
"The only clock face it has is flat, dull, and lost in all that distracting detail."
"All souls are hostages to their human envelopes."
"It’s the devil," said Frex, sighing. "The devil is coming."
"We’ve hardly had such a good chance to prove ourselves against sin! We’re looking forward to-to the spiritual test of it all."
"The clock isn’t meant to measure earthly time, but the time of the soul."
"If you died in the next sixty seconds, would you want to spend eternity in the suffocating depths reserved for idolaters?"
"It was worse than he had thought. He had never been manhandled by his own congregation."
"Melena, spooning eggs onto a wooden plate. Her son would not be as dull as most men."
"Well she won’t be the first child to grow on a bottle or a rag instead of a tit, don’t worry about that."
"It’s green," he finally said. "Nanny, it’s green as moss."
"It’s not for heaven’s sake." Frex began to weep. "Heaven is not improved by it, Nanny; and heaven does not approve. What are we to do!"
"A fine old name. You’ll use the common nickname Fabala, I suppose."
"Interesting country, are we in Wend Hardings yet?" Nanny asked, to change the subject.
"Let me see the baby first," said Nanny. "It will be easier and fairer on Melena if I know what we’re dealing with."
"The infant was wrapped in linens, Nanny saw, and the baby’s mouth and ears were strapped with a sling."
"And the skin, oh yes, the skin was green as sin. Not an ugly color, Nanny thought. Just not a human color."
"The skin was the same miracle of pliant smoothness that Melena had possessed as an Infant."
"Come to Nanny, you horrid little thing you." Nanny leaned to pick the baby up, mess and all.
"You’ve been dancing in the womb, I see," said Nanny, "I wonder to whose music?"
"Nanny doesn’t care. Nanny likes you." She was lying through her teeth, but unlike Frex she believed some lies were sanctioned by heaven.
"And more?" But on those boring days, Melena muttered, she had taken to chewing pinlobble leaves.
"I don’t know that I did!" said Melena. "I wouldn’t choose to, I mean not if I was thinking clearly. But I remember once when a tinker with a funny accent gave me a draft of some heady brew from a green glass bottle."
"The truth," said Melena distantly. "Well, it is unknowable."
"Don’t lie and don’t be soft," said Melena. "If you’re going to help you must be honest."
"If I’m going to help, you must be honest," said Nanny.
"We can always drown the baby and start over."
"Just try drowning that thing," muttered Nanny. "I pity the poor lake asked to take her in."
"Well Nanny asked practically, "if through a curse the goods were damaged, then through what might the ill be overturned?"
"If I’m successful at changing her, we’ll know that I’m empowered," said Frex.
"She cannot to break that." The traveler, the Quadling, came from the sink where he had been washing up.
"She is not far," said Turtle Heart after a moment. In the deepening dark he was almost invisible while Melena in her white poplin glowed like an angel, as if lit from within. "She is not far, she just is not here."
"This is the end, thought Melena. Her brain was too foggy to think anything else, and she said it again and again, as if to prevent it from being true."
"Odd, isn’t it? I thought all Munchkinlanders were tiny."
"It’s not yours to organize my education, worldly or otherwise, Ama Clutch!"
"No, my dear, you’ve made this mess all by your lonesome."
"It’s just what the early sermons are all on about. So I’m thinking about what they’re thinking about, that’s all."
"I don’t read very well. So I don’t think I think very well either."
"But how the mighty have fallen! She’s as ragged as a gypsy."
"Oh, and now you have lied, so go confess to the unionist minister."
"The flood, occurring sometime after creation and before the advent of humankind, wasn’t a massive piss by Lurline, but the sea of tears wept by the Unnamed God on the god’s only visit to Oz."
"We have no proof that god is so strong," interrupted Tibbett.
"Which strikes me as being as good an argument against god as it is against magic," said Elphaba.
"The animals kept afloat by means of the odd log, the uprooted tree."
"Those who swallowed enough of the tears of the Unnamed God were imbued with a fulsome sympathy for their kin."
"The point is, if it is an enduring Kumbric spell, centuries old, it may be reversible."
"The whole of Oz was a mile deep in saltwater tides."
"Don’t ask me to explain the nuances of that circle," said Elphaba.
"She needs me?" Elphaba laughed, coarsely, loudly.
"You ask yourselves: How will I grow in a position, albeit a silent one, of prominence and responsibility? How may my talents flourish?"
"Believe me, I say, it's not a prison sentence, but an opportunity."
"I know you are young. I know this grieves you."
"You can't, she whispered. We're going to the Emerald City."
"I who have always been unbecoming am becoming un."
"I never use the words humanist or humanitarian, as to be human is to be capable of the most heinous crimes in nature."
"My dear, you and I are going back to Crage Hall tonight only to pack a valise."
"Odd how the richest images bloomed in the mind when the body itself was most alert."
"I like the sound of the words, but I don’t ever really expect my slow, slanted impression of the world to change by what I read."
"The wickedness of men is that their power breeds stupidity and blindness."
"Women are weaker, but their weakness is full of cunning and an equally rigid moral certainty."
"Fiyero’s capacity for evil is in believing too strenuously in a capacity for good."
"I know this: The wickedness of men is that their power breeds stupidity and blindness."
"Suppressing the idea of personhood or suppressing, through torture and incarceration and starvation, real living persons?"
"Being born with a talent or an inclination for goodness is the aberration."
"I have four companions... they don’t know who our cell leader is, it’s all done in the dark."
"The leaves of her own free will," said the Superior Maunt. "Should she wish to return at any point, we would take her in. She is one of us."
"The habit of gossip is lost. But it’s time for her to move on, and move on she will."
"The unquestioning silence of the cloister is no longer what you need."
"You are returning to yourself. So we send you from us with our love and with our expectations of your success."
"No one is too good," said the Superior Maunt, but nicely.
"The Grasstrail Train doesn’t promise the survival of its party."
"Life outside the cloister seemed to cloud up with such particularity."
"The benefit of a uniform was that one need not struggle to be unique."
"A human form is like a leaf, it dies in a set piece unless something interferes."
"The question is, does the Kumbric Witch believe in you?"
"Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others. No one controls your destiny."
"He said that it was a book of knowledge, and that it belonged in another world, but it wasn’t safe there."
"I find it a great effort to believe in this one," said Sarima.
"Now I just think it’s our own lives that are hidden from us."
"Well he was a very nice sorcerer, or madman, or whatever."
"You are full of conspiracy theories," said Sarima.
"He said we were isolated, and a stronghold," said Sarima.
"There’s tunnels from here all the way to hell," said Irji.
"Your home was in the pasture of souls; mine never was."
"Your letter sounded as if you thought she needed help. I'll do what I can in the short while I can be here."
"I'm a witch," she answered. He recoiled, peered through the working eye to see if she spoke in jest.
"Isn't the back room of a colliery as holy a place to pray as a meetinghouse? I mean, according to teaching?"
"Papa's gone pragmatic in his old age," Elphaba observed with some surprise.
"I just flew right through, a little black bird at nighttime," she answered, smiling at him.
"Nessie was incensed, and communicated her outrage, and before she knew it the spark had been thrown out and the tinder caught."
"Well, faith will do that," said Elphie, "if you've got it."
"I've been living in the Vinkus," said Elphie. "There aren't many Animals there."
"I'm the sister of the Eminent Thropp—the Eminence of the East."