Pumpkinhead Quotes

...I'm your friend. And friends don't let friends live small lives.

For although I feel that I know a tremendous lot, I am not yet aware how much there is in the world to find out about. It will take me a little time to discover whether I am very wise or very foolish" - Jack Pumpkinhead - The Marvellous Land Of Oz by L. Frank Baum pg 20 chapter 2

Deja, I don't want October to be over. Because October means you.

Maybe don't repeat her name dreamily like she just handed you the One Ring.

People all sort of look the same to me until I talk to them. That's when they start to get interesting. That's when they start to shimmer." -Deja

It's not fate that brings people together. It's people!

You choose to be my friend every day that you show up. And I choose to be yours.

Who cares? It's our last night! Burn every bridge!' 'I'd rather not burn anything...

Those are red-hot pokers, you demons! It's like you hate having eyes!

I was sitting by myself, feeling like a big nerd.' 'And I was like, "look at that big nerd.

Like every autumn smell all at once.

What do we do now? We go to Walgreens and buy half-priced candy.

I'm your friend. And friends don't let friends live small lives.

It's about being the flipper not the pinball.

I'm...wistful. Contemplative. I'n the sort of guy who likes to reminisce about what might have been...

For God's sake, Josie-true love trumps lima beans.

But we could be the outside-of-the-patch friends, too. We could be friends for all seasons.' 'You mean we could get together, and, like, recreationally make succotash?

Deja. I don't want October to be over. Because October means you.

I don't want October to be over. Because October means you.

I already told you: I'm your friend. And friends don't let friends live small lives.

No, our individual needs and desires brought us to the patch. I needed a job, and you love decorating gourds.

ITALKALOTABOUTYOURFACE!

You mean we could get together, and, like, recreationally make succotash?

Being a pumpkinhead is great." "Your HEAD is a PUMPKIN.

Everything that was not so must go. All the beautiful literary lies and flights of fancy must be shot in mid-air! So they lined them up against a library wall one Sunday morning thirty years ago, in 2006; they lined them up, St. Nicholas and the Headless Horseman and Snow White and Rumpelstiltskin and Mother Goose--oh, what a wailing!--and shot them down, and burned the paper castles and the fairy frogs and old kings and the people who lived happily ever after (for of course it was a fact that nobody lived happily ever after!), and Once Upon A Time became No More! And they spread the ashes of the Phantom Rickshaw with the rubble of the Land of Oz; they filleted the bones of Glinda the Good and Ozma and the shattered Polychrome in a spectroscope and served Jack Pumpkinhead with meringue at the Biologists' Ball! The Beanstalk died in a bramble of red tape! Sleeping Beauty awoke at the kiss of a scientist and expired at a fatal puncture of his syringe. And they made Alice drink something from a bottle which reduced her to a size where she could no longer cry 'Curiouser and curioser,' and they gave the Looking Glass one hammer blow to smash it and every Red King and Oyster away!

Presently Jack Pumpkinhead became uneasy. "I wonder if riding through the air is liable to spoil pumpkins," he said. "Not unless you carelessly drop your head over the side," answered the Woggle-Bug. "In that event your head would no longer be a pumpkin, for it would become a squash." "Have I not asked you to restrain these unfeeling jokes?" demanded Tip, looking at the Woggle-Bug with a severe expression. "You have; and I've restrained a good many of them," replied the insect. "But there are opportunities for so many excellent puns in our language that, to an educated person like myself, the temptation to express them is almost irresistible.

Okay...Good-bye, Deja. Have a beautiful life.

The pumpkin itself is a symbol for mortality. Like mortals, the pumpkin seed is planted in the darkness of the earth, where it is left to search for the light. When the plant finally sprouts, it travels along the ground, as if in search of its place in the world. Then, once the pumpkin has found its place, it blossoms into a fruit that towers above all others. And when the pumpkin is ripe, it's a veritable life-giving force.

Friends don't let friends live small lives

There were things that Pumpkin Head—now not Pumpkin Head anymore—had to do to be a girl. He had to be careful how he dressed, and how he acted. He had to be careful how he talked, and he always had to be calm. He was very frightened of what would happen if he didn't stay calm. For his face was really just a wonderful plastic one. The real Pumpkin Head was still inside, locked in, waiting to come out.

Pumpkin Cock - Oh My!   Jacko

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It’s like you hate having eyes!