#wick

I want to reach people and express myself. You have to put up with the risk of being misunderstood if you are going to try to communicate. You have to put up with people projecting their own ideas, attitudes, misunderstanding you. But it’s worth being a public fool if that’s all you can be in order to communicate yourself. ↗

— Edie Sedgwick

#sedgwick #attitude

Galinda didn't see the verdant world through the glass of the carriage; she saw her own reflection instead. She had the nearsightedness of youth. She reasoned that because she was beautiful she was significant, though what she signified, and to whom, was not clear yet...She was, after all, on her way to Shiz because she was smart. But there was more than one way to be smart. ↗

— Gregory Maguire

#fiction #maguire #selfishness #smart #wicked

He could be a butterfly dreaming he's a man." "Well, he's not. He's a big fat man dreaming he's a big fat butterfly. What the hell am I supposed to do?" There was another hesitation. "I'm not sure. You don't happen to have a large net handy, do you?" "I want to hit him. I want to hit YOU, but I also want to hit him. ↗

— Derek Landy

#skulduggery-pleasant #valkyrie-cain #dreams

The Framers were no more interested in binding future Americans to a set of divinely inspired commandments than any of us would wish to be bound by them. ↗

— Dahlia Lithwick

#jurisprudence #slate #inspirational

We only have babies when we're young enough not to know how grim life turns out. ↗

— Gregory Maguire

#melena #mother #pregnancy #wicked #life

How truly novel. The emotional life of furniture. I never. ↗

— Gregory Maguire

#life

For one short wet month early in the next year the drought lifted. Spring tipped in like green well water frothing at the hedges bubbling at the roadside splashing from the cottage roof in garlands of ivy and stringflower ↗

— Gregory Maguire

#life

For children are innocent and love justice, while most of us are wicked and naturally prefer mercy. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#justice #mercy #wickedness #love

As if fixing the little errors would made the big stuff manageable. ↗

— Melissa Marr

#love

She stepped closer to one of the statues. It looked wide-eyed, almost afraid as she reached out her hand. One of the women reached out and snatched Aislinn's still uplifted hand. "No." The women spoke all at once, not to her or to Keenan, but softly-as if to themselves-in a sibilant whisper. "He's ours. Fair exchange. Not yours to interfere. ↗

— Melissa Marr

#keenan #melissa-marr #wicked-lovely #love