*Provided that he wasn’t poor, foreign nor disqualified by reason of being mad, frivolous or a woman. (SG)
The Ephebians believed that every man should have the vote.*
*Provided that he wasn’t poor, foreign nor disqualified by reason of being mad, frivolous or a woman. (SG)
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When you have been a possession, then you really understand what freedom means, in all its magnificent terror. (MM)
'No sane mortal is truly free, because true freedom is so terrible that only the mad or the divine can face it with open eyes.' (GP)
'Freedom may be mankind’s natural state, but so is sitting in a tree eating your dinner while it is still wriggling.' (GP)
'We look to…the edges,’ said Mistress Weatherwax. ‘There’s a lot of edges, more than people know. Between life and death, this world and the next, night and day, right and wrong…an’ they need watchin’. We watch ‘em, we guard the sum of things. And we never ask for any reward. That’s important.' (WFM)
An edge witch is one who makes her living on the edges, in that moment when the boundary conditions apply – between life and death, light and dark, good and evil and, most dangerously of all, today and tomorrow. (TOT)
CHOOSE, he said. YOU ARE GOOD AT CHOOSING, I BELIEVE.
‘Is there any advice you could be givin’ me?’ said Granny. CHOOSE RIGHT. (CJ) ... one of the things a witch did was stand right on the edge, where the decisions had to be made. You made them so that others didn’t have to, so that others could even pretend to themselves that there were no decisions to be made, no little secrets, that things just happened. (CJ)
'Gytha Ogg, you wouldn’t be a witch if you couldn’t jump to conclusions, right?’
Nanny nodded. ‘Oh, yes.’ There was no shame in it. Sometimes there wasn’t time to do anything else but take a flying leap. Sometimes you had to trust to experience and intuition and general awareness and take a running jump. Nanny herself could clear quite a tall conclusion from a standing start. (Ma) She felt the same feeling she’d felt back home. Sometimes life reaches that desperate point where the wrong thing to do has to be the right thing to do.
It doesn’t matter what direction you go. Sometimes you just have to go. (Ma) 'I must admit you’re not the chosen one I would have chosen,’ he said. (SG)
Goodmountain grinned. ‘Don’t worry too much about your father, lad. People change. My grandmother used to think humans were sort of hairless bears. She doesn’t anymore.’
‘What changed her mind?’ ‘I reckon it was the dying that did it.' (TT) 'Given, then, a contest between an invisible and very powerful quasi-demonic thing of pure vengeance on the one hand, and the commander on the other, where would you wager, say…one dollar?’
‘I wouldn’t, sir. That looks like one that would go to the judges.' (Th) … Mr Horsefry might well have been a kind, generous and pious man. In the same way, the man climbing out of your window in a stripy jumper, a mask and a great hurry might merely be lost on the way to a fancy-dress party, and the man in the wig and robes at the focus of the courtroom might only be a transvestite who wandered in out of the rain.
Snap judgements can be so unfair. (GP) |
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