You can't find a hermit to teach you herming, because of course that rather spoils the whole thing.

He's out of his depth on a wet pavement.

Cake is not the issue here.

Sometimes I feel that the world is made up of sensible people who know the plot and bloody idiots who don't.

History tends to change people who think they're changing it.

He'd noticed that sex bore some resemblance to cookery: it fascinated people, they sometimes bought books full of complicated recipes and interesting pictures, and sometimes when they were really hungry they created vast banquets in their imagination - but at the end of the day they'd settle quite happily for egg and chips. If it was well done and maybe had a slice of tomato.

Granny Weatherwax was firmly against fiction. Life was hard enough without lies floating around and changing the way people thought.