In ancient times cats were worshiped as gods; they have not forgotten this.

Only in our dreams are we free. The rest of the time we need wages.

Granny Weatherwaz was a witch. That was quite acceptable in the Ramtops, and no one had a bad word to say about witches. At least, not if he wanted to wake up in the morning the same shape as he went to bed.

Drinks like this tend to get called Traffic Lights or Rainbow's Revenge or, in places where truth is more highly valued, Hello and Good-Bye, Mr. Brain Cell.

Perhaps it would be simpler if you just did what you're told and didn't try to understand things.

Well, it would have to be “The Man Who Was Thursday.” It’s a damn good read that I believe should be read by everyone in politics.

The world is a globe — the farther you sail, the closer to home you are.