Everybody needs a witch, but sometimes they just don't know it. (ISWM)
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Food was their cup of tea, and if possible their slice of cake too. (UA)
'You two have a history, I think,' said Nutt.
'You are a sharp one, aren't you? Quiet and sharp. Like a knife. Yeah, I suppose it was a history. I wanted it to be more of a geography, but she kept slappin' my hand.' (UA) Apes had it worked out. No ape would philosophize, 'The mountain is and is not.' They would think, 'The banana is. I will eat the banana. There is no banana. I want another banana.' (UA)
.. there was nothing you could do about a woman like that. She just turned herself into a hammer and you ran right into her.
Fortunately. (MM) ... is an established fact that, despite everything society can do, girls of seven are magnetically attracted to the colour pink. (MR)
When it comes to glittering objects, wizards have all the taste and self-control of a deranged magpie. (S)
'... who does like witches until they need one, Mistress Weatherwax?' (W)
'... if you trust in yourself…’
‘Yes?’ ‘…and believe in your dreams…’ 'Yes?’ ‘…and follow your star…’ Miss Tick went on. 'Yes?’ ‘…you’ll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren’t so lazy. Goodbye.' (WFM) ... to a werewolf all humans looked alike: they looked appetizing. (J)
'Money is not a thing, it is not even a process. It is a kind of shared dream. We dream that a small disc of common metal is worth the price of a substantial meal. Once you wake up from that dream, you can swim in a sea of money.' (GP)
The Horde had it all. They had everything that money could buy, and since there was a lot of money on the Counterweight Continent, that was everything.
It occurred to him that when you’d had everything, all that was left was nothing. (LH) And he dreamed the dream of all those who publish books, which was to have so much gold in your pockets that you would have to employ two people just to hold your trousers up. (Ma)
'Keep avay from me! And do not breathe like zat!’ Otto wailed.
‘Like what?’ ‘Zer bosoms going in and out and up and down like zat! I am a vampire! A fainting young lady, please understand, zer panting, zer heaving of bosoms ... it calls somezing terrible from within ... ' (TT) 'Er, I was just wondering, Mr. Dibbler ... what is my motivation for this scene?’
‘Motivation?’ ‘Yes. Er, I got to know, see,’ said Rock. ‘How about: I’ll fire you if you don’t do it properly?’ Rock grinned. ‘Right you are, Mr. Dibbler,’ he said. (MP) She’d always tried to face towards the light. But the harder you stared into the brightness the harsher it burned into you until at last, the temptation picked you up and bid you turn around to see how long, rich, strong and dark, streaming away behind you your shadow had become - (CJ)
... Spike could move like a snake trying to sashay, and the severe, tight and ostensibly modest dresses she wore left everything to the imagination, which is much more inflammatory than leaving nothing. Speculation is always more interesting than facts. (MM)
... if you could sell the dream to enough people, no one dared wake up. (MM)
When all hope was gone, you called for Granny Weatherwax, because she was the best.
And she always came. Always. But popular? No. Need is not the same as like. (W) 'The only way to get something to turn up when you need it is to need it to turn up.' (GP)
... Nanny Ogg was an attractive lady, which is not the same as being beautiful. She fascinated Casanunda. She was an incredibly comfortable person to be around, partly because she had a mind so broad it could accommodate three football fields and a bowling alley. (LL)
'A good woman, that,’ said Groat, as she strode away. ‘Fifth generation of Miss Maccalariats. Maiden name kept for professional purposes, o’course.’
‘They get married?’ From the mob around the makeshift counter came the ringing command: ‘Put that pen back this minute! Do you think I’m made of pens?’ ‘Yessir,’said Groat. ‘Do they bite their husbands’ heads off on their wedding night?’ said Moist. ‘I wouldn’t know that sort of thing, sir,’ said Groat blushing. ‘But she’s even got a bit of a moustache!’ ‘Yessir. There’s something for everyone in this wonderful world, sir.' (GP) Oh dear, here we go again, thought Vimes. Why did I wait until I was married to become strangely attractive to powerful women? Why didn’t it happen to me when I was sixteen? I could have done with it then. (NW)
,AAaargwannawannaaaagongongonaargggaaaaBLOON!’ which is the traditional sound of a very small child learning that with balloons, as with life itself, it is important to know when not to let go of the string. The whole point of balloons is to teach small children this. (HFS)
'We're her godmothers,’said Granny.
‘That’s right,’ said Nanny Ogg. ‘We’ve got a wand too,’ said Magrat. ‘But you hate godmothers, Mistress Weatherwax,’ said Mrs Gogol. ‘We’re the other kind,’ said Granny. ‘We’re the kind that give people what they know they really need, not what we think they ought to want.' (WA) |
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