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
Remember this: Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others. No one controls your destiny.
People who claim that they're evil are usually no worse than the rest of us... It's people who claim that they're good, or any way better than the rest of us, that you have to be wary of.
I shall pray for your soul,' promised Nessarose. I shall wait for your shoes,' Elphie answered.
I had written childrens books for 14 years before I published Wicked. And none of them were poorly reviewed, and none of them sold enough for me to be able to buy a bed.
It isn’t hard to find evil in this world. Evil is always more easily imagined than good, somehow.
The world rarely shrieks its meaning at you. It whispers, in private languages and obscure modalities, in arcane and quixotic imagery, through symbol systems in which every element has multiple meanings determined by juxtaposition.
Waking up was a daily cruelty, an affront, and she avoided it by not sleeping.
As long as people are going to call you lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention.
The body apologizes to the soul for its errors, and the soul asks forgiveness for squatting in the body without invitation.
Books fall open, you fall in. When you climb out again, you're a bit larger than you used to be.
You could say that Elphaba brought us together,' said Boq softly. 'I'm closer to her and so I'm closer to you.' Galinda seemed to give up. She leaned her head back on the velvet cushions of the swing and said, 'Boq, you know despite myself I think you're a little sweet. You're a little sweet and you're a little charming and you're a little maddening and you're a little habit-forming.' Boq held his breath. But you're little!' she concluded. 'You're a Munchkin, for god's sake!' He kissed her, he kissed her, he kissed her, little by little by little.
Remember to breathe. It is after all, the secret of life.
Growth and change were viewed as reactions to conditions met
Galinda didn't often stop to consider whether she believed in what she said or not; the whole point of conversations was flow.