People were good at imagining hells, and some they occupied while they were alive. (CJ)
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Nanny Ogg had always considered herself unshockable, but there's no such thing. Shocks can come from unexpected directions. (CJ)
'People need something today but they generally need something else tomorrow.' (CJ)
'People like to see a bit of bellowing in a king. The odd belch is always popular too. Even a bit of carousing'd help if he could manage it. You know, quaffing and such.' (CJ)
Agnes loathed him. Perdita merely hated him, which is the opposite pole to love and just as attractive. (CJ)
Everything was a test. Everything was a competition. Life put them in front of you every day. You watched yourself all the time. You had to make choices. You never got told which ones were right. Oh, some of the priests said you got given marks afterwards but what was the point of that? (CJ)
He didn't gird his loins, because he wasn't certain how you did that and had never dared ask ... (CJ)
'I understood every word in that sentence, but not the sentence itself.' (CJ)
'Nothing like being stared at by a teddybear to put a young man off his stroke,' said Nanny Ogg. (CJ)
... there was probably no combination of vowels that could do justice to the cry Nanny Ogg made on seeing a young baby. It included sounds known only to cats. (CJ)
Mrs Scorbic was permanently angry, in the same way mountains are permanently large. (CJ)
You had to choose. You might be right, you might be wrong but you had to choose. Knowing that the rightness or wrongness might never be clear or even that you were deciding between two sorts of wrong, that there was no right anywhere. And always, always you did it by yourself. You were the one there, on the edge, watching and listening. (CJ)
The smug mask of virtue triumphant could be almost as horrible as the face of wickedness revealed. (CJ)
... Nanny Ogg's was an expression of extreme interest that was nevertheless made up of one hundred percent artificial additives. (CJ)
'... as witches we believe in religious tolerance...'
'That's right,' said Nanny Ogg. 'But only for the right religions ....' (CJ) '... it's one thing saying you've got the best god, but sayin' it's the only real one is a bit of cheek, in my opinion.' (CJ)
'Well, if it was a choice of wishing a child health, wealth and happiness, or Granny Weatherwax on her side, I know which I'd choose,' said Magrat. (CJ)
'I'm going to have a word with young Verence,' said Nanny.
'He is the king, Nanny,' said Agnes. 'That's no reason for him to go around acting like he was royalty.' (CJ) 'I can't start repenting at my time of life. I'd never get any work done. Anyway,' she added, 'I ain't sorry for most of it.' (CJ)
Lancre people looked after the calories and let the vitamins go hang.
'Do you think I could get a salad?' she ventured. 'Hope not,' said Nanny happily. (CJ) Lancrastians liked clocks, although they didn't bother much about actual time in any length much shorter than an hour. If you needed to boil an egg, you sang fifteen verse of 'Where Had All The Custard Gone?' under your breath. But the tick was a comfort on long evenings. (CJ)
He has survived by never giving up and never playing fair (PP)
... he does the best he can in an imperfect world and calls it the law. (PP)
For Windle, in fact, death marked the first day of the rest of his life. (PP)
'... it takes ages to get any real coherence out of them. Alas, this is the curse of academia.' (JD)
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