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.

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!

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.

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

Galinda didn't see the verdant world through the glass of the carriage; she saw her own reflection instead. She had the nearsightedness of youth. She reasoned that because she was beautiful she was significant, though what she signified, and to whom, was not clear yet...She was, after all, on her way to Shiz because she was smart.
But there was more than one way to be smart.

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