The wind was picking up, and the Scarecrow shivered.
Surely there is the handful of nursery marchen that start, ‘Once in the middle of a forest lived an old witch’ or ‘The devil was out walking one day and met a child,’ Said Oatsie, who was showing tha...
So he stalked her again. Love makes hunters of us all.
Not everyone can fly by bubble !
No one is exempt from grief.
Lucrezia Borgia couldn't be moved by the sentiment, nor could she forgive the insult. Old woman. Old.
If you should see her,' said Glinda lightly, 'tell her I miss her still.
I may not know how to fly but I know how to read, and that's almost the same thing.
I don't like work like that. I am the silent partner. I work through events, I live on the sidelines, I dabble in causes and effects, I watch how the misbegotten creatures of this world live their liv...
I care as much as I can, but I don’t spend energy caring about things I cannot resolve.
Galinda didn't often stop to consider whether she believed in what she said or not; the whole point of conversations was flow.
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... Who is in thrall t...
But so often, before words can rise to the mind to imply the ineffable, the ineffable has effed off.
And there the wicked witch stayed for a long long time.'
Always the godfather, never the god,
All green things brown.
…but the tale itself is a trickster and doesn’t hesitate to lie. It is anachronistic with a vengeance. It emerges always and everywhere, overt or disguised, pureblood or hybrid, and healthy as sin.
When have we required anything of you? Except to survive?
When goodness removes itself, the space it occupies corrodes and becomes evil, and maybe splits apart and multiplies. So every evil thing is a sign of the absence of deity.
Very few things in the world are certain, but morning is one of them.