'You can't hurry urgency ...' (CCODD)
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… all real patriots can never remember more than one verse of their anthem, and get through the subsequent verses by going ‘ner hner ner’ until they reach an outcrop of words they recognise, which they sing very boldly to give the impression that they really had been singing all the other words as well but had been drowned out by the people around them. (BOS)
... a group of witches wasn't a coven, it was a small war .... (SLF)
Keeping secrets made you powerful. Being powerful earned you respect. Respect was hard currency. (SLF)
Cats spend a lot of time carefully eyeing one another. When they have to fight, that’s merely to rubber-stamp something that’s already been decided in their heads. (SLF)
As a still it was the best-kept secret there could be, since everyone in the kingdom knew exactly where it was, and a secret kept by so many people must be very secret indeed. (SLF)
In Granny Weatherwax’s worldview there was no place for second place. You won, or you were a loser. There was nothing wrong with being a loser except for the fact that, of course, you weren’t the winner. Nanny had always pursued the policy of being a good loser. People liked you when you almost won, and bought you drinks, (SLF)
Granny sniffed. ‘Do they speak highly of me?’ she said.
‘No, they speak quietly of you, Esme.’ ‘Good.’ (SLF) Even if someone was your worst enemy, you invited them in and gave them tea and biscuits. In fact, the worser your enemy, the better the crockery you got out and the higher the quality of the biscuits. You might wish black hell on ‘em later, but while they were under your roof you’d feed ‘em till they choked. (SLF)
Nanny had nothing against witches being married. It wasn’t as if there were rules. She herself had had many husbands, and had even been married to three of them. (SLF)
… she would do you a good turn for your own good even if a good turn wasn’t what was good for you. (SLF)
Life can get very complicated for men in overalls who have problems with men in suits. (BOS)
I hadn't noticed him before because he was one of these people you wouldn't notice if he was with you in a wardrobe.
He smiled the sort of smile you have to learn and stuck out his hand. Can't remember his face. He had a warm, friendly handshake, the kind where you want to have a wash afterwards. (BOS) ... he was a true collector - he didn't worry whether the stuff was actually good or not. It just had to exist. (BOS)
'Throwing women over your pommel and riding off into the night isn't approved of around here. It's probably an ism,' he added gloomily. (BOS)
Of course I don't feel mad, but I wouldn't, would I? (BOS)
She didn't look like a mass murderer, but Linsay recalled that mass murderers never did. (BOS)
'... If there's one thing you can say about them it's that they're vicious little sods.' (BOS)
'Mankind isn't really evil. It hasn't got enough dignity to be evil.' (BOS)
Linsay was a left-ear person, Valiente realised. He had seen plenty of them: their eyes glazed slightly and they stared fixedly at your left ear, while their mouths spouted the truth about flying saucers, the great world conspiracy, or a one-born-every-minute evangelism. Inside everyone was a left-ear person waiting to get out. (BOS)
'What you have to realise about madmen is that they're mad.' (BOS)
He moved very much like a man who’d got his ideas about stealth from watching adventure films. (BOS)
If heroes didn’t arrive in the nick of time, where was the sense in anything? (MP)
He had not got where he was today by bothering how things worked. It was how people worked that intrigued him. (MP)
‘You don’t think you’ve had enough, do you?’ he said.
I KNOW EXACTLY WHEN I’VE HAD ENOUGH. ‘Everyone says that, though.’ I KNOW WHEN EVERYONE’S HAD ENOUGH. (MP) |
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