“Presently Jack Pumpkinhead became uneasy. "I wonder if riding through the air is liable to spoil pumpkins," he said. "Not unless you carelessly drop your head over the side," answered the Woggle-Bug. "In that event your head would no longer… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share Image
“You have; and I’ve restrained a good many of them,” replied the insect. “But there are opportunities for so many excellent puns in our language that, to an educated person like myself, the temptation to express them is almost irresistible.” — 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… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share Image
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… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share Image
“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
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
