Probably the last sound heard before the Universe folded up like a paper hat would be someone saying, "What happens if I do this?"

Witches were a bit like cats. They didn’t much like one another’s company, but they did like to know where all the other witches were, just in case they needed them.

What kind of man would put a known criminal in charge of a major branch of government? Apart from, say, the average voter.

It doesn't stop being magic just because you know how it works.

They've got something they do it with, I think it's called a mocracy, and it means everyone in the whole country can say who the new Tyrant is. One man ... one vet. ... Everyone has ... the vet. Except for women, of course. And children. And criminals. And slaves. And stupid people. And people of foreign extraction. And people disapproved of for, er, various reasons. And lots of other people. But everyone apart from them. It's a very enlightened civilization.

Books must be treated with respect, we feel that in our bones, because words have power. Bring enough words together they can bend space and time.

"And what would humans be without love?" Rare, said Death.