"But I won’t lie to you, my dear. No need to lie. I don’t know yet where I’m going. I haven’t decided so I wouldn’t have to lie." "Elphie, get in this cab, don’t be a fool," Glinda cried. The driver was adjusting the reins and yelling at Elphaba to sod off. "You’ll be all right," Elphaba said, "now you’re a seasoned traveler. This is just the return leg of a voyage you already know." She put her face against Glinda’s and kissed her. "Hold out, if you can," she murmured, and kissed her again. "Hold out, my sweet."
Gregory Maguire, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West, 1995















