His sister had been sent down to the village to ask Mistress Garlick the witch how you stopped spelling recommendation.

It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone's fault. If it was us, what did that make Me? After all, I'm one of Us. I must be. I've certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We're always one of Us. It's Them that do the bad things.

Mort was already aware that love made you feel hot and cold and cruel and weak, but he hadn't realized that it could make you stupid.

The 'New Testament', now, I quite liked. Jesus had a lot of good things to say, and as for his father, he must have been highly thought of by the community to work with wood - a material that couldn't have been widely available in Palestine.

Chain-mail isn't much defence against an arrow. It certainly isn't when the arrow is being aimed between your eyes.

When people say "clearly" something that means there's a huge crack in their argument and they know things aren't clear at all.

Magic is just a way of saying 'I don't know.'