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

And a puzzle is for the piecing together, especially for the young, who still believe it can be done.

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

Remember this: Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others. No one controls your destiny.

So she listened hard. And she began to evolve, because stories work their magic that way. They build conviction and erode conviction in equal measure.

Only he with the hobbled foot fully knows the beauty of running. Only he with the severed ear can apprehend what the sweetest music must sound like. Our ailments complete us.

My job is to protect you, Lady Glinda even if you are loosing your mind.