Sybil's female forebears had valiantly backed up their husbands as distant embassies were besieged, had given birth on a camel or in the shade of a stricken elephant, had handed around the little gold chocolates while trolls were trying to break into the compound, or had merely stayed at home and nursed such bits of husbands and sons as made it back from endless little wars. The result was a species of woman who, when duty called, turned into solid steel.
Terry PratchettOther people salted away money for their old age, but Nanny preferred to accumulate memories.
Terry PratchettI can see we're going to get along like a house on fire," said Miss Tick. "There may be no survivors.
Terry Pratchett