Do you know how wizards like to be buried?" "Yes!" "Well, how?" Granny Weatherwax paused at the bottom of the stairs. "Reluctantly.

Some people believe that when you die, you cross the River of Death and have to pay the ferryman. People don’t seem to worry about that these days. Perhaps there’s a bridge now.

I just rearrange words into a pleasing order for money.

Everything makes sense a bit at a time. But when you try to think of it all at once, it comes out wrong.

We are here and it is now. The way I see it is, after that, everything tends towards guesswork.

- DON’T WORRY, IT WON’T BE FOREVER. - Good. - IT MAY SEEM LIKE FOREVER.

A true beanie should have a propellor on the top.