I never talk about the end game. He winked at her. I've lived so long without death that I've stopped believing in it.
I learned to fly on a broom, he said, rolling up his sleeves. I can learn to milk a goat, I bet. Though flying on a broom proved to be the easier task, he found.
I hate to be obvious, added the Scarecrow, but you'd have saved yourself a heap of trouble if you weren't too cheap to invest in a leash, Dorothy.
How truly novel. The emotional life of furniture. I never.
How children love the broken thing! And a puzzle is for the piecing together, especially for the young, who still believe it can be done. Adult
He has added inches and fullness to his beard since his last visit. I’ll say no more.
He hadn't yet had enough experience with humans to know that the thing they hold dearest to their hearts, the last thing they relinquish when all else is fading, is the consoling belief in the inferio...
Glinda was changed. She knew it herself. She had come to Shiz a vain, silly thing, and she now found herself in a coven of vipers. Maybe it was her own fault.
Even a clock has teeth and time has a bite all of its own.
Even God used silence as a strategy.
Don’t take the advice of anyone you meet here. We’re all mad.
Damn the human stomach, this fat betrayor of ideals
Chopin’s theme, a simple descending descant the first time round, articulated itself in the repeat with nuanced embellishment. It was music remembering itself. It meant something different, something...
But is life worth living in the wrong form? said Elphie.The interior doesn’t change, she answered, except by self-involvement. Of which be not afraid, and also beware.
Bu dünyada cefa ahirette sefa mı? Yok daha neler!
Blogis nėra negeri poelgiai, o tai, kaip bjauriai po to jautiesi.
Behind every aspect of the world is another aspect of the world.
Are you the dart? he said. Are you the knife? The fuse? She said (though he wasn't convinced): My deane, my poppet, I am too green to walk into a public place and do something bad...
Anyone who can be home anywhere really has no home at all.
And it's a cold place the world, especially when warmed by arsen.