The thing is I have become fond of Galinda myself. Behind her starry-eyed love of herself there is a mind struggling to work. She does think about things. When her mind is really working, she could, i...
The sweet accident of coincidence is the best foundation on which to build.
The premise is prejudicial and proves that what’s wanted here isn’t a trial but a conviction.
The overdressed traveler betrays more interest in being seen than in seeing.
The louder the cannon, the deafer the peacemakers.
The fairytale belongs to the poor. I know of no fairytale which upholds the tyrant or takes the part of the strong against the weak. A fascist fairytale is an absurdity.
The circularity of influence was like a trail of dominos falling in four dimensions. Each time one slapped another and fell to the ground, from a different vantage point it appeared knocked upright, r...
The cave of Ozma has been discovered, and she is to come back and rule our Oz, and the idiotic Scarecrow can go stuff himself. Hah!Good one: a Scarecrow stuffing himself.
The boy does well enough, said Vicente. A goose does not ask much of life, after all.No, she admitted. Those who ask much are more likely disappointed. We should all be as simple as the goose.
The alien girl—she called herself Dorothy—was by virtue of her survival elevated to living sainthood. The dog was merely annoying.
Stinging words! You re critical of everyone, observes Iris. Oh, not everyone, says Clara in an offhand manner. Only everybody who’s alive as well as most people who are dead. I feel quite neutral abou...
Sometimes I think that vengeance is habit forming too. A stiffness of the attitude.
So he stalked her again. Love makes hunters of us all.
She'll have to cross the distance herself. Trust me on that, Brrr. I know about it. Either she'll choose to visit us when there is enough of her present to visit, or day by day she'll learn to survive...
She put her face against Glinda's and kissed her. 'Hold out, if you can,' she murmured, and kissed her again. 'Hold out, my sweet.'[...] It was astounding how quickly she became camouflaged in the rag...
Secrets are revealed as you are ready to understand them.
Science, my dears, is the systematic dissection of nature, to reduce it to working parts that more or less obey universal laws. Sorcery moves in the opposite direction. It doesn't rend, it repairs. It...
Only he with the hobbled foot fully knows the beauty of running. Only he with the severed ear can apprehend what the sweetest music must sound like. Our ailments complete us.
One never learns how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her-is it ever the right choice?
Oh, the accident necessary to fiction!