[Puggles] "What population signs on willingly for slavery?" "You mean other than wives?" [Glinda]

The more civilized we become, the more horrendous our entertainments.

So let my hands and my face make their way in this world, let my hungry eyes see, my tongue taste.

If one could drown in the grass, thought Elphie, that might be the best way to die.

It's been a long rocky life, with plenty of possibility but too much human ugliness.

And it's a cold place the world, especially when warmed by arsen.

But his face had that hollow look, as if there was something gone... you know that look. The inward focus. Distantly attentive to the home you're missing, or the someone you're missing. That look that a bird has when it turns it dry reptilian eye on you. That look that doesn't see you because the mind is filled up with someone it would rather see.