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“Glinda waved dismissively. Then she tucked her hand against her mouth and bit her knuckles. It was hard to tell if her pretty ways were studied or innate.
"Oh, oh," she managed, "I don't know that I'll see you again- and you remind me so of her.”
― Gregory Maguire, Son of a Witch

“Sometimes thought Liir-his first thought in weeks and weeks-sometimes I hate this marvelous land of ours. It's so much like home, and then it holds out on you.”
― Gregory Maguire, Son of a Witch

“In her time Nor Tigelaar had faced insurrectionists and collaborationists and war profiteers. She'd endured abduction and prison and self-mutilation. She'd sold herself in sex not for cash but for military information that might come in handy to the resistance, and in so doing she'd come across a rum variety of human types.”
― Gregory Maguire, Out of Oz

“The horizon was frosted with a greenish smear, as if ranks of campfires from distant tribes had divined the news already and were burning an homage to Elphaba before the sun could set on the day of her death.
He could smell her in the collar of the cape, and he wept for the first time.”
― Gregory Maguire

“But he found himself rounding syllables like stones in his mouth, silently. He knew he was shy, and thought to be stupid; he was beginning to suspect, thought, that he wasn't stupid. Perhaps not even slow. Merely uneducated. But not, he hoped, uneducable.”
― Gregory Maguire

“All tyrants were harsh, but fire was more ungovernable than most.”
― Gregory Maguire

“He set out once more, with a sense that his life would be rich in setting outs, and perhaps poorer in homecomings.”
― Gregory Maguire

“You always said I could see the present,â€� said Candle, when she could speak. “But I can see nothing about her—my own daughter.â€� Liir smoothed his hand over her silky flank. “Maybe that’s not so surprising. Maybe all parents are blindest to their own offspring.”
― Gregory Maguire, Out of Oz