Don't wish,"said Rain, "don't start. Wishing only...

And of the Witch? In the life of a Witch, there is no "after", in the "ever after" of a Witch there is no "happily"; in the story of a Witch, there is no afterword. Of that part that is beyond the life story, beyond the story of the life, there is-alas, or perhaps thank mercy-no telling. She was dead, dead, and gone, and all that was left of her was the carapace of her reputation for malice.

He set out once more, with a sense that his life would be rich in setting outs, and perhaps poorer in homecomings.

I had really tried to do everything else but [revisit Oz]. Partly because I knew there would be some amongst us who would say, 'Oh, he's just trying to milk that cow.' . . . . But in the end, I had an idea I couldn't get rid of. I couldn't get it out of my room.

I know you don't want to hear this but someone has to say it! You are out of control! I mean they're just shoes... let it go!

I like the sound of words, but I don't ever really expect my slow, slanted impression of the world to change by what I read.