It is existentially, hyperbolically, quintessentially unknowable.
If one could drown in the grass, thought Elphie, it might be the best way to die.
If magic was present, it moved under the skin of the world, beneath the ability of human eyes to catch sight of it.
I never use the words humanist or humanitarian, as it seems to me that to be human is to be capable of the most heinous crimes in nature.
I have the distinct feeling I'm not in Oz anymore,' said Brrr.
I hate New Year's Eve. One more chance to remember that you haven't yet done what you wanted. And to pretend it doesn't matter.
I do not listen when anyone uses the word immoral, said the Wizard. In the young it is ridiculous, in the old it is sententious and reactionary and an early warning sign of apoplexy. In the middle-age...
However in the world did her skin come green? Nanny wondered, stupidly, for Melena blanched and Frex reddened, and the baby held her breath as if trying to turn blue to please them all. Nanny had to s...
Hello, this is I, and these are my arms and legs, which are useful, and this inconvenient hump is my sorrow, which is less than useful, but I've learned how to hump it around, so pay it no mind.
He knew about being alone. The weather was always cold there.
He didn’t remember that a mere book might reek of sex, possibility, fecundity. Yet a book has a ripe furrow and a yielding spine, he thought, and the nuances to be teased from its pages are nearly inf...
Forget us, forget us all, it makes no difference now, but don't forget we loved it when we were alive.
Everyone dies. It's a question of where and how, that's all.
Don't fasten on Dorothy. Only unanswerable longing lies down that road. Gone is gone.
Do you expect to learn anything at Shiz? he asked. I have already learned not to speak to strangers. Then I will introduce myself and we will be strangers no longer. I am Dillamond. I am disinclined t...
Children played at those stories; they dreamed about them. They took them to heart and acted as if to live inside them. We live in our tales of ourselves, she thought, and ignore as best we can the co...
Boq sat down, and shook his head, as if bewildered by the apparition of Elphaba.
Also there was the thrill, basis indeterminable, which made Glinda shy, and caused her to rush her words, and to speak in a false high voice like an adolescent. How quickly you could be thrown back to...
I dabble in causes and effects.
There is no backstory in dream. Time slips all its handcuffs. So: