She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.

But I think you have a right to know what it is you’re not being told.

You never knew about people, like you never knew how deep a pond was because all you saw was the top.

There was once a caustic comment from someone suggesting I was breeding a new race. Fans from different countries have married, amazing things like that. I've been to some of the weddings. I went to one here the other day, a pagan ceremony.

The truth is a fog, in which one man sees the heavenly host and the other one sees a flying elephant.

Granny Weatherwax was firmly against fiction. Life was hard enough without lies floating around and changing the way people thought.

That's what's so stupid about the whole magic thing, you know. You spend twenty years learning the spell that makes nude virgins appear in your bedroom, and then you're so poisoned by quicksilver fumes and half-blind from reading old grimoires that you can't remember what happens next.