I've married a man who owns nine cows," said Jinjur to Ozma, "and now I am happy and contented and willing to lead a quiet life and mind my own business." "Where is your husband?" asked Ozma. "He is in the house, nursing a black eye," replied Jinjur, calmly. "The foolish man would insist upon milking the red cow when I wanted him to milk the white one; but he will know better next time, I am sure.

Some people without brains do an awful lot of talking, don't you think?

If we walk far enough," says Dorothy, "we shall sometime come to someplace.

“And I,” declared the SawHorse, filling in an awkward pause, “am only remarkable because I can't help it.”

It is worth a lot of bother to be able to think properly.

If your heads were stuffed with straw, like mine, you would probably all live in the beautiful places, and then Kansas would have no people at all. It is fortunate for Kansas that you have brains.

Nobody gets in to see the wizard. Not nobody.