Hell needed horribly bright, self-centered people like Eric. They were much better at being nasty than demons could ever manage
He'd heard that writers spent all day in their dressing gowns drinking champagne. This is, of course, absolutely true.
He put more effort into avoiding work than most people put into hard labor.
He moved on, in the centre of a widening circle. He wasn't an enemy, he was a nemesis.
He had a notebook. He took notes in it. It was always useful. And them Sybil, gods bless her, had brought him this fifteen-function imp which did so many other things, although as far as he could see...
Granny Weatherwax was a witch. That was quite acceptable in the Ramtops, and no one had a bad word to say about witches. At least, not if he wanted to wake up in the morning the same shape as he went...
Good and bad is tricky, she said. I ain't too certain about where people stand. P'raps what matters is which way you face.
Genuine anger was one of the world’s great creative forces. But you had to learn how to control it. That didn’t mean you let it trickle away. It meant you dammed it, carefully, let it develop a workin...
Funny, reely, he said. You spend your whole life goin' to school and learnin' stuff, and they never tell you about stuff like the Bermuda Triangle and UFOs and all these Old Masters running around the...
Everybody needs a witch, but sometimes they just don't know it.
Every step is a first step if it's a step in the right direction.
Don't try the paranormal until you know what's normal.
Death’s pale horse looked up from its oats and gave a little whinny of greeting. The horse’s name was Binky. He was a real horse. Death had tried fiery steeds and skeletal horses in the past, and foun...
Cheese runners shouted at it, tried to grab it, and flailed at it with sticks, but the piratical cheese scythed onward, reaching the bottom just ahead of the terrible carnage of men and cheeses as the...
Cats gravitate to kitchens like rocks gravitate to gravity.
Captain Quirke looked around the Watch room with the air of one who was doing the scenery a favour by looking at it.
But…but you can’t treat religion as a sort of buffet, can you? I mean, you can’t say yes please, I’ll have some of the Celestial Paradise and a helping of the Divine Plan but go easy on the kneeling a...
But you ain't part of it, are you? said Granny conversationally. You try, but you always find yourself watchin' yourself watchin' people, eh? Never quite believin' anything? Thinkin' the wrong thought...
But here's some advice, boy. Don't put your trust in revolutions. They always come around again. That's why they're called revolutions.
Books bend space and time. One reason the owners of those aforesaid little rambling, poky secondhand bookshops always seem slightly unearthly is that many of them really are, having strayed into this...