'... we're not going to be intimated by the certain prospect of complete and utter failure ...' (H)
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There are only two ways a child can go with a name like Pippin Galadriel Moonchild, and Pippin had chosen the other way ... (GO)
A psychiatrist, dealing with a man who fears he is being followed by a large and terrible monster, will endeavour to convince him that monsters don't exist. Granny Weatherwax would simply give him a chair to stand on and a very heavy stick. (Ma)
Looking into Granny's eyes was like looking into a mirror. What you saw looking back at you was yourself and there was no hiding-place. (Ma)
People always tended to assume that she could cope, as if capability went with mass, like gravity. (Ma)
'Have you lost your senses?'
'Yes,' said the teacher, 'but I may have found some better ones.' (IT) It was possible, if you kept on talking at the Archchancellor long enough, that some facts might squeeze through. (IT)
The Quirm College for Young Ladies encouraged self-reliance and logical thought. Her parents had sent her there for that reason.
They'd assumed that insulating her from the fluffy edges of the world was the safest thing to do. In the circumstances, this was like not telling people about self-defence so that no-one would ever attack them. (SM) 'Being noticed is what a witch is all about.' (LL)
'I just know where I am all the time,' said Granny.
'Well? I know where I am, too.' 'No, you don't. You just happen to be present. That's not the same.' (LL) ‘I feel like a fish out of water.’
‘Well, the way I see it, it’s up to you to make your own water,’ said Nanny …. (LL) … Magrat had never been any good at acting. She’d always felt she wasn’t very good at being Magrat, if it came to that. (LL)
Other people would probably say: I wasn't myself. But Granny Weatherwax didn't have anyone else to be. (LL)
… people are riddled with Doubt. It is the engine that drives them through their lives. It is the elastic band in the little model aeroplane of their soul, and they spend their time winding it up into knots. Early morning is the worst time – there’s that little moment of panic in case You have drifted away in the night and something else has moved in. This never happened to Granny Weatherwax. She went straight from fast asleep to instant operation on all six cylinders. She never needed to find herself because she always knew who was doing the looking. (WA)
You’re average witch is not, by nature, a social animal as far as other witches are concerned. There’s a conflict of dominant personalities. There’s a group of ringleaders without a ring. There’s the basic unwritten rule of witchcraft, which is ‘Don’t do what you will, do what I say’. The natural size of a coven is one. (WA)
‘The difference is, sir, we are British.’ (LU)
‘It’s like people care more about their pride than about what’s correct, about the truth. What kind of sense does that make?’ (LM)
… she would do you a good turn for your own good even if a good turn wasn’t what was good for you. (SLF)
‘You may want to hold on to your job, but will you ever be able to let it go?’ (M)
He gave Gaspode a long, slow stare, which was like challenging a centipede to an arse-kicking contest. Gaspode could outstare a mirror. (MP)
The Luggage had a straightforward way of dealing with things between it and its intended destination: it ignored them. (E)
Why were elderly witches so nosy? But then she thought: Actually, all witches are nosy. It’s part of what being a witch is. And she relaxed. (SC)
Granny Weatherwax was like the prow of a ship. Seas parted when she turned up. (SC)
She walked quickly through the darkness with the frank stride of someone who was at least certain that the forest, on this damp and windy night, contained strange and terrible things and she was it. (WS)
She drew herself up to her full height, which wasn’t really worth the effort. (M)
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