“I think you are a very bad man," said Dorothy. "Oh, no, my dear; I'm really a very good man, but I'm… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share Image
“When shall we start?” asked the Scarecrow. “Are you going?” they asked, in surprise. “Certainly. If it wasn’t for Dorothy I should… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share Image
“Now then, Mr. Crab," said the zebra, "here are the people I told you about; and they know more than you do,… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share Image
“Well," said Dorothy, "I was born on a farm in Kansas, and I guess that's being just as 'spectable and haughty as… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share Image
“what shall we give her?" Trot shook her head in despair. "I've tried to think and I can't," she declared. "It's the… — 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
