Small steps to the madhouse still get us there at last

No one controls your destiny. Even at the very worst - there is always choice.

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

Skibbereen have a hard time at [math]; the best that the smartest of them can do with adding two plus two is guessing: three plus one. Correct, sort of, but not always useful.

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

If you're ever in doubt, throw a pepper in the air. If it fails to come down, you have gone mad, so don't trust in anything.

I may not be sure if monsters exist, but I’d rather live my life in doubt than be persuaded by a real experience of one.