Gregory Maguire
Gregory Maguire
Gregory Maguireis an American novelist. He is the author of Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister, and several dozen other novels for adults and children. Many of Maguire's adult novels are inspired by classic children's stories; Wicked transforms the Wicked Witch of the West from L. Frank Baum's The Wonderful Wizard of Oz and its 1939 film adaptation into the misunderstood green-skinned Elphaba Thropp. The blockbuster Broadway musical Wicked,...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth9 June 1954
CityAlbany, NY
CountryUnited States of America
When the times are a crucible, when the air is full of crisis, those who are the most themselves are the victims.
There were people everywhere but no one was mine, and I was no one's.
The further on we go, the more meaning there is, but the less articulable. You live your life and the older you get- the more specifically you harvest- the more precious becomes every ounce and spasm. Your life and times don’t drain of meaning because they become more contradictory, ornamented by paradox, inexplicable. The less explicable, the more meaning. The less like a mathematics equation (a sum game); the more like music (significant secret).
No one is exempt from grief.
[Puggles] "What population signs on willingly for slavery?" "You mean other than wives?" [Glinda]
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.
If you have an ancestor who is a Benedictine monk, we would rather not know it.
I hate New Year's Eve. One more chance to remember that you haven't yet done what you wanted. And to pretend it doesn't matter.
Sorrow has a name, and its name is loneliness. Sorrow has a shape, and its shape is absence. Sorrow is a sickness like any other.
From torched skyscrapers, men grew wings.
To look into the mirror is to see the future, in blood and rubies.
Notice, notice; let noticing take the place of screaming.
The devil is a very big angel, but a very little man.
I may not be sure if monsters exist, but I’d rather live my life in doubt than be persuaded by a real experience of one.