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.
Terry PratchettNever trust any complicated cocktail that remains perfectly clear until the last ingredient goes in, and then immediately clouds.
Terry PratchettWhat's the good of having mastery over cosmic balance and knowing the secrets of fate if you can't blow something up?
Terry Pratchett