“I shall pray for your soul,' promised Nessarose.I shall wait for your shoes,' Elphie answered.”

“If one could drown in the grass, thought Elphie, that might be the best way to die.”

“The answer of course, is that the clock isn't meant to measure earthly time, but the time of the soul. Redemption and condemnation time. For the soul, each instant is always a minute short of judgment. ”

“You need my help? What for? Bread, cash, a fake identity to help you slip sideways through the cracks? Tell me what you need, tell me why I should help, and I'll see what I can do. In memory of Elphaba. You knew her." Her head titled again, but up, this time, and it was to keep the sudden wetness from spilling into her carefully colored false eyelashes. "You knew my Elphie!”

“I know you don't want to hear this but someone has to say it! You are out of control! I mean they're just shoes... let it go!”

“Your transparency is just another one of your disguises, isn't it?”

“Her sister's shoes. They sparkeled even in the darkening afternoon. They sparkeled like yellow diamonds, and embers of blood and thorny stars.”