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

No," she cried, "no, no, I'm not a harem, I'm not a woman, I'm not a person, no.

The wickedness of men is that their power breeds stupidity and blindness.

I hate to be obvious," added the Scarecrow, "but you'd have saved yourself a heap of trouble if you weren't too cheap to invest in a leash, Dorothy.

...and he kissed her and kissed her and kissed her, little by little by little.

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

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.