“I saw the last piece of innocence unfurl inside of her.-Nick Plato (from the story Platonick)”

“To imagine yourself inside another person...is what a story writer does in every piece of work; it is his first step, and his last too, I suppose.”

“The only clothes Amanda has are the ones on her back. (Kyrian)From what I saw, she had no clothes whatsoever on her back. Her front neither. (Nick)One day, Gaitor bait... (Kyrian)Note to self- be nice to woman, keep mouth shut. (Nick)”

“I saw her insides.”“Her insides? She got hurt?”“Ew, no. That would have been cool though. I mean her insides, like what she was thinking on the inside of her brain.”

“I need you to take Amanda shopping for clothes. The Daimons burned her house down and she has nothing except the clothes on her back."Nick arched a brow. "From what I saw, she had no clothes whatsoever on her back. Her front neither.”

“Elphaba’s face darkened again. Then she asked, hesitantly, as if afraid of the answer, “So, how do you get the evil life force?”“From innocent people, Elphaba,” Nick spoke so quietly he almost whispered. “I must draw the life force from innocent people. The more innocent they are, the more evil the murder is.”Elphaba jerked as though a shock had struck her in the heart. “Oh, that’s terrible!”“Yes, it is. Terrible. That word doesn’t even do it justice, terrible. There is no Magick more terrible than Magick that cheats death. I have cheated death, and death extracts its price.”Elphaba silently looked at Nick, her expression of revulsion enough to communicate her feelings. “You shouldn’t act so surprised, malyutka,” Nick said softly. “It is who I am. And it’s worked for me for centuries.”Elphaba sat for a moment, trying to calm herself. “Yes, you’re right. I knew that part of you was a monster. Sometimes it’s easy to forget, since you seem to be such a decent guy.”“Lyches are monsters.”