“Your transparency is just another one of your disguises, isn't it?”

“Begging your pardon, sir....One population can't make peace with another by force.”

“It's just that that was such a wonderful time, even in its strangeness and sadness-and life isn't the same now. It's wonderful, but it isn't the same.”

“No one controls your destiny. Even at the very worst - there is always choice.”

“Remember this: Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others. No one controls your destiny.”

“…but the tale itself is a trickster and doesn’t hesitate to lie. It is anachronistic with a vengeance. It emerges always and everywhere, overt or disguised, pureblood or hybrid, and healthy as sin.”

“I'm just doing your tea, Mum," he said. "Are you all imbecilic? Is that a requirement of enlisted men? It's Lady GLINDA!" She was losing it, big time. "Get me Murth!”