"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."
"The room quieted down. Elphaba made up a little song on the spot, a song of longing and otherness , of far aways and future days. Strangers closed their eyes to listen. Boq did too. Elphaba had an ok voice. He saw the imaginary place she conjured up, a land where injustice and common cruelty and despotic rule and the beggaring first of drought didn't work together to hold everyone by the neck. No, he wasn't giving her credit. Elphaba had a GOOD voice. It was controlled and feeling and nothistoric. He listened through t the end, and the song faded into the hush of a respectful pub. Later, he thought: The melody faded like a rainbow after a storm, or like winds calming down; and what was left was calm, and possibility, and relief."