Birds fly over the rainbow, Why then - oh, why can't I? If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow why, oh why, can't I. — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“Perhaps I should admit on the title page that this book is "By L. Frank Baum and his correspondents," for I have used many suggestions conveyed to me in letters from children. Once on a time I really imagined myself "an author of fairy tales," but now I am merely an editor or private secretary for a host of youngsters… — 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 Image
“When Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around, she could see nothing but the great gray prairie on every side. Not a tree nor a house broke the broad sweep of flat country that reached to the edge of the sky in all directions. The sun had baked the plowed land into a gray mass, with little cracks running… — 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 Image
