Just because it's not nice doesn't mean it's not miraculous.
It's going to look pretty good, then, isn't it, said War testily, the One Horseman and Three Pedestrians of the Apocalypse.
It would seem that you have no useful skill or talent whatsoever, he said. Have you thought of going into teaching?
If you had enough money, you could hardly commit crimes at all. You just perpetrated amusing little peccadilloes.
If there was anything that depressed him more than his own cynicism, it was that quite often it still wasn't as cynical as real life.
I'm trying to remember how you tell the time by looking at the sun. -I should leave it for a while, it's too bright to see the numbers at the moment.
I thought dwarfs gold, said Angua.They just say that to get it into bed.
He wanted one drink, and understood precisely why he wasn't going to have one. One drink ended up arriving in a dozen glasses.
Granny Weatherwax was often angry. She considered it one of her strong points. Genuine anger was one of the world's greatest creative forces. But you had to learn how to control it. That didn't mean y...
Give a man a fire and he's warm for a day, but set fire to him and he's warm for the rest of his life.
Getting an education was a bit like a communicable sexual disease. It made you unsuitable for a lot of jobs and then you had the urge to pass it on.
For a witch stands on the very edge of everything, between the light and the dark, between life and death, making choices, making decisions so that others may pretend no decisions have even been neede...
Evil begins when you begin to treat people as things.
Every intelligent being, whether it breathes or not, coughs nervously at some time in its life.
Esk felt that bravery was called for, but on a night like this bravery lasted only as long as a candle stayed alight.
Colon looked awkward, as if the bunched underwear of the past was tangling itself in the crotch of recollection.
A witch ought never to be frightened in the darkest forest, Granny Weatherwax had once told her, because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.
The best way to describe Mr. Windling would be like this: You are at a meeting. You'd like to be away early. So would everyone else. There really isn't very much to discuss, anyway. And just as everyo...
Amazin'.' he said again. 'He just looks as though he's thinking, right?''Er...yes.''But he's not actually thinking?''Er...no.''So...he just gives the impression of thinking but really it's just a show...
You could bounce rocks off her pride.