No wonder Wonderland isn't funny to read anymore: We live there full time. We need a break from it.

As long as people are going to call you lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention.

Everyone dies. It's a question of where and how, that's all.

It’s the place of the story, beginning here, in the meadow of late summer flowers, thriving before the Atlantic storms drive wet and winter upon them all.

Doubt was much more energy efficient than conviction.

Begging your pardon, sir....One population can't make peace with another by force.

You could say that Elphaba brought us together,' said Boq softly. 'I'm closer to her and so I'm closer to you.' Galinda seemed to give up. She leaned her head back on the velvet cushions of the swing and said, 'Boq, you know despite myself I think you're a little sweet. You're a little sweet and you're a little charming and you're a little maddening and you're a little habit-forming.' Boq held his breath. But you're little!' she concluded. 'You're a Munchkin, for god's sake!' He kissed her, he kissed her, he kissed her, little by little by little.