If words had weight, a single sentence from Death would have anchored a ship.

Blessings be on this house," Granny said, perfunctorily. It was always a good opening remark for a witch. It concentrated people's minds on what other things might be on this house.

I’m not superstitious. I’m a witch. Witches aren’t superstitious. We are what people are superstitious of.

They say that the prospect of being hanged in the morning concentrates a man's mind wonderfully; unfortunately, what the mind inevitably concentrates on is that, in the morning, it will be in a body that is going to be hanged.

Not all questions are answered, but fortunately some answers are questioned.

Nigel gave the lamp a cautious buff and small smoking red letters appeared in the air. "Hi," Nigel read aloud, "Do not put down the lamp because your custom is important to us. Please leave a wish after the tone and, very shortly, it will be our command. In the meantime, have a nice eternity."

And it came to pass that in time the Great God Om spake unto Brutha, the Chosen One: "Psst!