...to be a witch you needed to be sensible, so sensible that sometimes it hurt. You dealt with the reality - not what people wanted. (SC)
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Granny could shave the skin off a second. (W)
It's hard to talk to someone who understands ... (N)
People always tended to assume that she could cope, as if capability went with mass, like gravity. (Ma)
‘You can’t cross the same river twice, Archchancellor,’ he said.
Ridcully stared at him. ‘Why not? This is a bridge.’ (LL) Regrettably Sybil was right. At his age you had to be sensible. You sometimes had to catch your breath, while you still had some. (Sn)
She couldn't tell if he had really come to his senses, because the man had so few of them at the best of times, it was hard to know if he had any at all. (ISWM)
'… we are part of the scheme of things. Light and dark. Night and day. Sweet and sour. Good and evil (within acceptable college statutes). It just helps if we can have sensible and reliable people on both side …' (UA)
Ponder was a clear logical thinker who, in times of mental confusion, fell back on reason and honesty, which, when dealing with an angry Archchancellor, were to use the proper academic term, unhelpful. And he neglected to think strategically, always a mistake when talking to fellow academics, and as a result made the mistake of employing, as at this point, common sense. (UA)
The Office of Master of The Traditions had fallen inevitably on Ponder Stibbons, who tended to get all the jobs that required someone who thought that things should happen on time and that numbers should add up. (UA)
Bits of Miss Tick’s teachings floated through her head: Always face what you fear. Have enough money, never too much, and some string. Even if it’s not your fault it’s your responsibility. Witches deal with things. Never stand between two mirrors. Never cackle. Do what you must do. Never lie, but you don’t always have to be honest. Never wish. Especially don’t wish upon a star, which is astronomically stupid. Open you eyes, and then open your eyes again. (HFS)
Like his wizardly brother, Archchancellor Mustrum, he didn’t like to bother himself with patently silly questions. Both gods and magic required solid, sensible men, and the brothers Ridcully were solid as rocks. And, in some respects, as sensible. (TT)
It had taken many years under the tutelage of Granny Weatherwax for Magrat to learn that the common kitchen breadknife was better than the most ornate of magical knives. It could do all that the magical knife could do, plus you could also use it to cut bread. (WA)
... if I knew I’d got a heel that would kill me if someone stuck a spear in it, I’d go into battle wearing very heavy boots - (CJ)
'Why does everyone run towards a blood-curdling scream?’ mumbled the Senior Wrangler. ‘It’s contrary to all sense.' (RM)
People wanted the world to be a story, because stories had to sound right and they had to make sense. People wanted the world to make sense. (W)
... some girl who can’t tell the difference between a wolf and her grandmother must either be as dense as teak or come from an extremely ugly family. (WFM)
'It’s just like I always tell my daughter,’ said the man. ‘Stories are just stories. Life is complicated enough as it is. We have to plan for the real world. There’s no room for the fantastic.’
‘Exactly,’ said the rat. And the man and the rat talked, as the long light faded into the evening. (AM) '... because in this world, after everyone panics, there’s always got to be someone to tip the wee out of the shoe.' (TOT)
Susan was sensible. It was, she knew, a major character flaw. It did not make you popular, or cheerful, and– this seemed to her to be the most unfair bit – it didn’t even make you right. But it did make you definite. (TOT)
It wasn’t that they didn’t take an interest in the world around them. On the contrary, they had a deep, personal and passionate involvement in it, but instead of asking, ‘Why are we here?’they asked, ‘Is it going to rain before the harvest?’
A philosopher might have deplored this lack of mental ambition, but only if he was really certain about where his next meal was coming from. (CJ) 'You know, Hwel, I reckon responsible behaviour is something to get when you grow older. Like varicose veins.' (WS)
‘Never pick yourself a name you can’t scrub the floor in.' (Ma)
... every army needs, in key if unglamorous posts, men who can reason and make lists and arrange provisions and baggage wagons and, in general, have an attention span greater than a duck. (NW)
The Patrician was a pragmatist. He’d never tried to fix things that worked. Things that didn’t work, however, got broken. (SM)
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