Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
"Listen to me, sister," she said. "Remember this: Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any other. No one controls your destiny." (126.96.36.199)
For who was in thrall to whom, really? And could it ever be known? Each agent working in collusion and antagonism – like the cold and the sun alike creating a deadly spear of ice. (188.8.131.52)
"Act Three," he said. "The Marriage of the Sacred and the Wicked."
She waited, but no area was illuminated, no puppet moved.
"Well?" she said.
"Well what?" he answered.
"Where's the end of the play?"
He stuck his head out of a trap door and winked at her. "Who said the end was written yet?" he answered. (5.8.39-44)