And with that plunge back into my own past there arose at once, almost like heartbreak, the memory of Joy itself, the knowledge that I had once had what I had now lacked for years, that I was returning at last from exile and desert lands to my own country; and the distance of the Twilight of the Gods and the distance of my own past Joy, both unattainable, flowed together into a single, unedurable sense of desire and loss...
"But that isn't right. The King of Beasts shouldn't be a coward," said the Scarecrow.
"I know it," replied the Lion, wiping a tear from his eye with the tip of his tail; "But whenever there is danger my heart begins to beat fast."
"... While I was in love I was the happiest man on earth; but no one can love who has not a heart, and so I am resolved to ask Oz to give me one..."
"...But I do not want people to call me a fool, and if my head stays stuffed with straw instead of brains, as yours is, how am I ever to know anything?"
pickCreepy, devastating, otherworldly. This book follows the footsteps of a young boy trying to figure out life (and death). A great read!
"Fear is contagious. You can catch it. Sometimes all it takes is for someone to say that they're scared for the fear to become real."
"You're alive, Bod. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything. If you change the world, the world will change. Potential. Once you're dead, it's gone. Over..."
"They saw me at once, and I thought of them rotting away and curling in pain and crying out loud; I wanted them doubled up and crying on the ground in front of me."
I am a little hesitant to admit that I cannot read this before bed. I get too scared. 😶
