quote by L. Frank Baum

Going so soon? I wouldn't hear of it. Why my little party's just beginning. ~ Wicked Witch of the West Wizard of Oz

— L. Frank Baum

Genuine Wicked Witch Of The West quotations

As long as people are going to call you lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention.


Wicked witch of the west quote She was a wild, wicked slip of a girl. She burned too bright for this world.
She was a wild, wicked slip of a girl. She burned too bright for this world.

Your existence is passing before you.

Grains of sand in the hourglass. The Wicked Witch of the West has you in her castle and she's turned the hourglass over and the sand is running through. Will you be liberated or will you die? The only way you can beat death is liberation.

Wicked witch of the west quote Nothing is permanent is this wicked world, not even our troubles.
Nothing is permanent is this wicked world, not even our troubles.

Ding-dong, the wicked witch is dead.

If Donald Trump and the Wicked Witch of the West had a kid, it would be Jayne-Anne. She looks like a librarian with some money and good taste in clothes but underneath the Verace, she's Godzilla with tits.

It's so kind of you to want to visit me in my loneliness.

- The Wicked Witch of the West. Now I know I have a heart, because it's breaking. - The Tin Woodsman Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.


People always did like to talk, didn't they? That's why I call myself a witch now: the Wicked Witch of the West, if you want the full glory of it. As long as people are going to call you a lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention.

Did they look like anyone we know? For example… a cross between Pippi Longstocking and the Wicked Witch of the West would obviously give us Marcie Millar

And of the Witch? In the life of a Witch, there is no "after", in the "ever after" of a Witch there is no "happily"; in the story of a Witch, there is no afterword. Of that part that is beyond the life story, beyond the story of the life, there is-alas, or perhaps thank mercy-no telling. She was dead, dead, and gone, and all that was left of her was the carapace of her reputation for malice.