I Am Oz, The Great And Terrible,"

People Would Rather Live In Homes Regardless Of Its Grayness. There Is No Place Like Home.

Flowers Are Beautiful, For Instance, But We Are Not Inclined To Marry Them. Duty, On The Contrary, Is A Bugle Call To Action, Whether You Are Inclined To Act, Or Not. In This Case, I Obey The Bugle Call Of Duty.

A Curious Thing About Ugu The Shoemaker Was That He Didn't Suspect In The Least That He Was Wicked. He Wanted To Be Powerful And Great, And He Hoped To Make Himself Master Of All The Land Of Oz That He Might Compel Everyone In That Fairy Country To Obey Him, His Ambition Blinded Him To The Rights Of Others, And He Imagined Anyone Else Would Act Just As He Did If Anyone Else Happened To Be As Clever As Himself.

Some Of My Youthful Readers Are Developing Wonderful Imaginations. This Pleases Me. When I Was Young I Longed To Write A Great Novel That Should Win Me Fame. Now That I Am Getting Old My First Book Is Written To Amuse Children. For Aside From My Evident Inability To Do Anything "great," I Have Learned To Regard Fame As A Will-o-the-wisp Which, When Caught, Is Not Worth The Possession; But To Please A Child Is A Sweet And Lovely Thing That Warms One's Heart And Brings Its Own Reward.

“and I,” Declared The Sawhorse, Filling In An Awkward Pause, “am Only Remarkable Because I Can't Help It.”