Yellow Brick War

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?

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.

And remember as in all of us, it is only your capacity for wickedness that makes selflessness possible.

Maybe I’m an asshole.” “You might be an asshole, but you’re not a selfish asshole.” “How do you know that, Amy?” “Because I couldn’t possibly love a selfish person,” I said.

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.

There is a part of me that envies you, to be returning to the living, breathing world. Think of me when you go into the mountains," she said softly, her gaze far away. "When you look out over the blue valleys to the far horizon, say my name that I might see them, too, through your eyes. And remember as in all of us, it is only your capacity for wickedness that makes selflessness possible.

coming back, there was no telling what she might do. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I was stuck in Oz with no ability to protect myself, dependent on a boy who couldn’t love me, unable to save my mom from the thing that was going to destroy her. It was too much to think about. “I

This is where Amy’s from. This is the dirt that she walked on. This is the sky that she grew up under. It’s the place that made you who you are. And that’s what made me like it.” “It’s