That's all I want- to do no harm.

I am a forgettable leaf on a tree.

Speaking uses us up, speeds us up. Without prayer, that act of confession for merely existing, one might live forever and not know it.

I wouldn't mind leaving myself behind if I could, but I don't know the way out.

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

There may be no city in the clouds, but dreaming of it can enliven the spirit.

And girls need cold anger. They need the cold simmer, the ceaseless grudge, the talent to avoid forgiveness, the side stepping of compromise. They need to know when they say something that they will never back down, ever, ever.