Just my luck, if I believed in luck. I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is.

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

A man is called a traitor, or liberator. A rich man is a thief or philanthropist. Is one a crusader or ruthless invader? It's all in which label is able to persist.

I shall pray for your soul,' promised Nessarose. I shall wait for your shoes,' Elphie answered.

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 do love to sing. Had I a longer set of thigh bones and a sweeter voice, I should have loved to be a performer.

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