Dorothy Must Die

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.

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

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

I hate to break it to you, but just because someone has pretty hair and a good skin tone and a crown instead of a pointy hat doesn’t mean she’s not the baddest bitch this side of the emerald city.

Those who have sacrificed always have the most to lose.

No matter how tough you think you are, there are certain things that just get to you, and they’re usually the little things. The ones you don’t expect.

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

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

You say wicked like it’s a good thing.

I’m not Glinda. I’m Glamora, her twin sister. She’s the Good witch; I’m the Wicked one. Of course, she’s also the one who’s turned Oz into the hellhole it is now, so it’s really all relative.

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

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

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.

Simple. You’re going to kill her.” She looked right at me and said, “Dorothy must die.

He just stared at me, his gaze intense. I couldn’t look away any more than I could move my arm. Energy crackled between us, and I felt a strange pull to him. Moth to flame. Magnet to magnet. Stupid girl to impossible, slightly mean witch boy. Wizard. Whatever.

You don't have to know every turn of the road in order to walk down it." "It would help to know the destination.

You know exactly what I mean. That girl has more cracks in her than the road of yellow brick. Nox will break her in two.” “Or she’ll break him.

Like dipping me under the spring, she did what she thought she needed to do. But this time she’d gone too far.

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

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?

Never underestimate a girl from Kansas,

It was the worst kind of sad, too—the kind where you’re sad about something that you know will never change. The kind of sad you can’t even bother getting angry about anymore.

I held Star close before I departed. “If I don’t come back,” I told her, “find a way to give everyone the plague.

For The Crime of Sass. This Monkey Is Hereby Sentenced To Official Attitude Adjustment.

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

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.

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

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