My world, my world... How can such a good little girl like you destroy all of my beautiful wickedness. - Wicket Witch… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share Image
“We dare not harm this little girl," he said to them, "for she is protected by the Power of Good, and that… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share Image
“The cyclone had set the house down gently, very gently – for a cyclone—in the midst of a country of marvelous beauty.… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share Image
Toto did not really care whether he was in Kansas or the Land of Oz so long as Dorothy was with him;… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share Image
“The little girl, seeing she had lost one of her pretty shoes, grew angry, and said to the Witch, "Give me back… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share Image
No matter how dreary and gray our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would rather live there than in any other country,… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share
“The Tin Woodman knew very well he had no heart, and therefore he took great care never to be cruel or unkind to anything.… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share
The proud spirit of the original owners of these vast prairies inherited through centuries of fierce and bloody wars for their possession, lingered last… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share
I believe that dreams - day dreams, you know, with your eyes wide open and your brain machinery whizzing - are likely to lead… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share
“Perhaps I should admit on the title page that this book is "By L. Frank Baum and his correspondents," for I have used many… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share
My people have been wearing green glasses on their eyes for so long that most of them think this really is an Emerald City. — L. Frank Baum Copy Share
“When Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around, she could see nothing but the great gray prairie on every side. Not a tree… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share
“you do not I will make an end of you, as I did of the Tin Woodman and the Scarecrow." Dorothy followed her through… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share
“Don't tell anyone I'm a poet; they might want me to write a book. Don't tell 'em I can sing, or they'd want me… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share
“It is but honest that I should acknowledge at the beginning of my recital that I was born an ordinary Woggle-Bug," began the creature,… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share
“Not willingly," admitted the tiger. "But here is the alternative; either you transform yourself into an eye for our child, or I and my… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share
