Forget us, forget us all, it makes no difference now, but don't forget we loved it when we were alive.

What goes unnamed remains hard to correct.

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

It may merely be apocryphal that when the Wizard saw the glass bottle he gasped, and clutched his heart. The story is told in so many ways, depending on who is doing the telling, and what needs to be heard at the time. It is a matter of history, however, that shortly thereafter, the Wizard absconded from the Palace. He left in the way he had first arrived-- a hot-air balloon-- just a few hours before seditious ministers were to lead a Palace revolt and to hold an execution without trial.

I am a forgettable leaf on a tree.

Why lock yourself in your own cage when someone is handing you a key?

And there the wicked witch stayed for a long long time.' Did she ever come out?' Not yet.