“The Words of an Angel As I sit in a world of darknessI look around to see no oneThe cold wind has filled my soulThe rivers have poured inside my bodyAnd the weight of the waters holds me back from seeing the light of dayWhat should I do?I feel helpless,Paralyzed in my own fearsAnd lost with no directions or roads to takeSuddenly, a felt a laser of energy bolt though my bodyI yelled, “I’m so tired of feeling this way, I need help”Suddenly, gold light appearedAnd a man stood before meYou foolish man,You choose this path the moment you chose to give up and wallow in your sorrowsI cannot help youYou need to help yourself.There are no rivers in your soul holding you back from light of the worldThe strength lies within youLook in my eyes and tell me what you seeThe lost man looked into the angels eyes and said, I see a man who gets his strength from helping othersHe does not waste time focusing on useless mattersIf you dig deep enough my childYou will find precious gift inside yourselfGifts you never knew you hadLearn from othersThen help yourselfOnce you helped yourselfGo out and help the world around youBecause many people feel as you doThe angel suddenly disappearedThe lost man was no longer lostHe was determined to waste no timeHe was going to use his time to help othersJust as the angel helped himThe man got upHe realized the only thing holding him down was himselfThe room was no longer darkThe light of life had enteredDig deep in yourself and lift yourselfThe answer to your problems lies withinUse your giftsFor the greatest gift is the gift of giving.”

“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!”

“What responsibility means is being your own guru. We can only help you find the way. Any healing, any progress, any hope, and any despair is going to come from you. It is your energy that matters. I can't give you my energy, and I wouldn't dream of it. I need it for me. But I can help you find your energy. I'm obligated to help you find it, in any way I can.”

“I thought... I thought you might..." "Help you? By my grove, I am helping you. You're not starving anymore, are you? <…> You had a dry night's sleep, too, and you're no longer coughing your liver and lights out. Some might count those as mighty gifts indeed.”

“Never say, "O Lord, I am a miserable sinner." Who will help you? You are the help of the universe. What in this universe can help you? What can prevail over you? You are the God of the universe; where can you seek for help? Never help came from anywhere but from yourself. In your ignorance, every prayer that you made and that was answered, you thought was answered by some Being, but you answered the prayer yourself unknowingly. The help came from yourself, and you fondly imagined that someone was sending help to you. There is no help for you outside of yourself; you are the creator of the universe. Like the silkworm, you have built a cocoon around yourself. Who will save you? Burst your own cocoon and come out as a beautiful butterfly, as the free soul. Then alone you will see Truth.”

“Don't let another man, tight wearing fairy or not, help you out of your clothes again," he said, his eyes narrowing just enough to know some scalding emotions were firing through him right now. "If you need help out of so much as a sock, you call me, you got it? That's my job.”