Out of Oz (Wicked Years, #4)

by Gregory Maguire

As years pass, and the abundance of the future is depleted, the crux of old mistakes and the cost of old choices are ever recalibrated.

O beautiful, to make escape And leave this world behind. Had I to stay another day I’d lose my fucking mind…

We are too small a flask, even as an Elephant, to tolerate too much knowing.

“Will you love me whatever I say?” “No. I don’t promise that. I may have made my own choices, for my own reasons, but I won’t love you unless you make your own choices, for your own reasons. That’s the bargain of love.”