No one is exempt from grief.

Sometimes thought Liir-his first thought in weeks and weeks-sometimes I hate this marvelous land of ours. It's so much like home, and then it holds out on you.

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

Son of a Witch,

I thought if this catches on, that would be a sign from God I should move here,

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.