Danielle Paige Quotes

Smell us?" I asked, genuinely confused. "What is she, a hunting dog?

I turned to face him, and when I saw him standing there in the pale, blue-gray sunlight, my breath caught somewhere beneath my ribs. The boy was probably my age, and about my height, too.

Oz- where all your worst nightmares come true

You don't need wheels on your house to get somewhere better. All you need is something to give you that extra push.

Well, if one's going to daydream, one might as well make it a good one, don't you suppose?

To use it," she went on, "you just need to know how to find it. You need to gather it up and tell it what to do. It's just unstable energy. Magic always wants to be something different from what it already is. It wants to change. That's what makes it magic. And that's what makes lighting a candle the simplest bit of magic you can do. You just take the energy, and you tell it what to be.

We all had our ways of saying I was here

It was like he had whole worlds behind his eyes.

If I wanted a load of baloney, I would've had a cold cut platter brought it!" -Lulu

Okay, so I was crying, too. Only a little bit. Even a wicked witch like me has a heart, you know?

Salvation Amy from Flat Hill, Kansas. Just a trailer-park girl with a bunch of stupid dreams that would never come true.

I didn't know what was worse: to have your shot and screw it up, or to never have had a shot in the first place.

He wondered if it meant more to appear certain than to be right.

Never underestimate a girl from Kansas,

The despicable crone known as Mombi stands accused of high witchery, gross dishonesty, untold crimes against monkeys, outrageous trespassing, and general unpleasantness. Also, she is extremely unattractive. Miss Amy, do you speak for the witch?

Miracles are not the same as magic.

The monkeys ignored him completely as they discussed wind currents and angle of approach, and even the Lion seemed to have forgotten he was there. He might as well be back in that field tied to a post for all the good the Wizard's gifts were doing him.

None of us are entirely Wicked or entirely Good. Or entirely evil, for that matter. We are made of what shapes us" -Lurline

Stockholm syndrome,

You can't judge her now. She's doing the best that she can under the circumstances.

You're afraid to do anything but wish for things to happen to you

I don't know who you are. You hide your real faces from one another. How is that living? I don't want to hide my scars, I wish I didn't have magic and I'd rather dance with my feet on the ground! I don't want to live in a dream- I just want to live. Like a normal person. And I want to feel things for free.

Plus, he was bald as an egg. But I felt bad for him. It wasn't his fault that his mom was the biggest bitch in Kansas - well, second biggest, now that I was back.

We breathe out lies; we stutter the truth

In Oz, it's always right now.

It is possible with enough time and imagination to break your own heart.

The more you see of evil, the more evil seems limitless. I guess the same goes for good, but I haven't seen as much of that.

What I think and what I actually do are two different things. That's what makes us good or evil.

Even the most unbreakable of spells are meant to be broken.

And then I thought: Bring it on. There's no place like anywhere but here.

Look, fear's not always rational, okay? Anyway, there's a difference between being afraid and being a coward. At least there was one thing I could take comfort in: if you're afraid, you must still be a little bit human.

The Wizard was from a place called America, and to him, a female ruler was a strange and unsettling notion.

He felt the power but it meant less to him somehow.

We all know that broad's about six stamps short of first class these days.

And you're right. You are on your own. We all are, and we all have to learn it sooner or later. If you have to be alone, though, wouldn't you rather be alone among friends?

No matter what the occasion, we must present the proper face to the world,

If there's something to be involved in, you can be sure that witches will always be lurking nearby.

I knew, on some level, that what I was seeing was the real Oz. I had pulled back the curtain and stepped through it, but instead of finding a humbug wizard, I'd found the controls to the whole operation - and it turned out the whole operation was made out of what appeared to be magical silly string.

Be brave. Be angry. Don't trust anyone.

This is what a place like this does to you. It makes you put words in the beaks of chickens.

With all the magic in Oz, with all the magic the witches had taught me, there was one trick I still hadn't mastered: how to make people stay.

My real wizardry has nothing to do with spells at all. It has to do with knowledge.

The thing you'll never understand is that it doesn't matter how much information you put in your brain. It's about what you do with the information you have.

I stifled a laugh, not sure which was funnier: the idea of me being a lady o him being a gentleman.

...this boy I had known for less than a heartbeat, was the boy of my dreams. Only my dreams were nightmares.

You are not crazy, Snow. You were just lied to. You are not evil. You have magic. It's not a curse. It's a gift. I may be a liar, but I this much is true.

What's Mombi doing then?" I asked. Nox wiggled his eyebrows and lowered his voice to a conspiratorial stage whisper. "Mombi's afraid of heights," he said. "She's not casting a spell. She's saying her prayers." "Who exactly do wicked witches pray to?" Nox laughed. "Who knows? She's just trying to stay distracted so she doesn't piss herself before we land.

It was a scream, but it was also something like a song, too. It was like all the pain and sorrow in the world was being dredged up from the bottom of the earth and was twisting itself into a horrible, tortured melody.

Meet the new witch, same as the old bitch. We monkeys have dinged enough dongs to know.

You can decide what kind of magic you practice. Just like you can decide who you are. In the end, it's really the same thing.

Think about the first time you really fell in love. No, I mean, really think about it. How it was like your whole life before that moment was a black-and-white movie, and suddenly you stepped into Technicolor.

All of us have something. Each and every one. You'll have to learn how to keep living with it. But you can't let it define you" -Mombi

It was like that old show This Is Your Life, except this version was called This Is Why You Suck.

Of course, it was Iris who'd actually exposed the traitor. He could tell Lulu, but Iris was just a young hothead with no sense for politics. She wasn't suited for Quentin's position; really, he was doing her a favor, saving her from future embarrassment when she couldn't handle the responsibility. And if defeating Quentin had been his test, surely this was his reward. He could always award Iris an extra banana allowance once he was officially made chancellor - he wasn't heartless. Hex bowed politely. "Your Majesty, I'm honored. I'll certainly consider your offer." She nodded and tossed the banana peel over her shoulder; a guard hurried forward to catch it. "Now," she said, "I must attend to my people." With that, she swept out the door, a scatter of rhinestones sparkling in her wake and the guard trailing behind her.

That girl has more cracks in her than the road of yellow brick

Magic always wants to be something different from what it already is. Now that made sense to me. It reminded me of myself.

That witch talks a big game, but she couldn't be a bigger candy-ass if she dropped her pink little undies and sat on a pile of gumdrops.

What had I done to make them think I was a potential teen girl assassin?

Madison sparkled like the words on her oversized chest. There was glitter embedded in her eye shadow, in her lip gloss, in her nail polish, hanging from her ears in shoulder grazing hoops, dangling from her wrists in blingy bracelets. If the lights went out in the hallway, she could light it up like a human disco ball.

Beautiful was in the way that she moved and spoke. Beautiful was an action as well as a description.

It all happened so fast. Important things always seem to, don't they?

I didn't feel weaker, I felt changed. Like I really had become something else - a warrior like Jellia had been when she'd confronted Dorothy - someone capable of taking the worst these assholes had to offer and then dishing it right back to them.

It's funny how quickly you adjust to insanity.

Power will always corrupt those who have not learned to serve it properly" -Lurline

You're almost there already. Just imagine what you want to happen. And then concentrate on that, and only on that. The magic is everywhere. It's waiting for you to take it and make it your own.

Somewhere inside you, I hope you know who you are. I hope you know what you are. I hope you know that you're powerful. We need you.

Sometimes only pain can heal.

We're off to see the Wizard

Remember - don't be wicked. Unless you really have to!" Parting

What's underneath is everything. But that doesn't mean you can't enhance it. Beauty has its own kind of magic. And the appearance of something can have power too

Those who have sacrificed always have the most to lose.

You love the fight more than you love what you are fighting for

Now I have to find you," he said, standing. "Go ahead. Just try and hide from me. But I'm warning you-- I could find you anywhere.

You don't have to promise me the moon or the stars, just promise me you will stand under them with me.

Sometimes it's not the thing you want. It's the promise of the thing you want... I want you to think about me and nothing else for just a second. And in that second, I'll rob you blind.

Forgiveness can get you places, I guess. But sometimes you need to light a fire.

Forgiveness doesn't come easy for you, I see. Sometimes you have to bend so as not to break, dear.

No matter what, you'll still be a witch." "But what kind?" I asked. "Good question, child," Gert said, slinking off into the dark.

I had gotten exactly what I had wanted, and still it wasn't enough. I had wanted. And now I wanted more.

Magic can't exist without goodness. Goodness can't exist without wickedness. And Oz can't exist without magic.

If I was going down, I was going down fighting

The world I grew up in is gone, too," I said quietly. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to give up on it. Because if you give up - then what is there left to live for?

And maybe, just maybe, it didn't matter hw you looked going into battle. It just mattered that you went.

I turned back. Just put one foot in front of the other. Nothing had changed except the color of the road.

Sometimes I wonder if it's even Dorothy's fault., or if this place was just rotten from the start, underneath everything. If maybe that's the price you pay for magic.

You shouldn't trust me. But you shouldn't trust anyone else here either. Every smile, every kind word - every cookie - it's all done with one goal. And that's a dead princess.

Kings and queens come and go, but power stays with the powerful. You don't have to be the King of Oz to rule it.

But really what I mean by crappy is, like - you know - not very good at it. Like, if there were a Witch Mall, Glamora would work at Witch Neiman Marcus, Mombi would work at Witch Talbot's and I would work at the Witch Dollar Store, where people would only come to buy witch paper towels, six rolls for ninety-nine cents.

I kept my antennae up for intel, but the only subject of conversation was Dorothy. Which should have been a good thing, considering that she was the one I was really here to learn about. Unfortunately, no one was sharing any useful information. It was all about how beautiful Dorothy was, or how kind she was, or how lucky we were to be working for the greatest person in all of Oz. It was weird. They were like a creepy, overeager maid sorority.