She dropped her shyness like a nightgown, and in the liquid glare of sunlight on old boards she held up her hands-as if, in the terror of the upcoming skirmish, she had at last understood that she was beautiful. In her own way.

Are you an aberration to your species?' she cried. 'Cats don't look for approval!

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

The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on.

Where I'm from, we believe in all sorts of things that aren't true... we call it history.

The world unwraps itself to you, again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew.

Starlight and comet tails burned the tips of endless grass below into hammered silver. Like thousands of tapers in the chapel, just blown out but still glowing. If one could drown in the grass...it might be the best way to die.