"It would seem that you have no useful skill or talent whatsoever" he said. "Have you thought of going into teaching?"

The brain works fast when it thinks it’s about to be cut in half.

An ancient proverb summed it up when a wizard is tired of looking for broken glass in his dinner, it ran, he is tired of life.

Just to keep bad dreams at bay, she took a swig out of a bottle that smelled of apples and happy brain-death.

When you're all singing together, it brings things together. I know the songs that my grandfather and my father sang.

I read the 'Old Testament' all the way through when I was about 13 and was horrified. A few months afterwards I read 'The Origin Of Species', hallucinating very mildly because I was in bed with flu at the time. Despite that, or because of that, it all made perfect sense.

It was lonely on the hill, and cold. And all you could do was keep going. You could scream, cry, and stamp your feet, but apart from making you feel warmer, it wouldn’t do any good. You could say it was unfair, and that was true, but the universe didn’t care because it didn’t know what “fair” meant. That was the big problem about being a witch. It was up to you. It was always up to you.