...the little man's total obliviousness to all forms of danger somehow made danger so discouraged that it gave up and went away.

Young man, the games we play are lessons we learn. The assumptions we make, things we ignore, and things we change make us what we become.

Consider the situation. There you are, forehead like a set of balconies, worrying about the long-term effects of all this new 'fire' stuff on the environment, you're being chased and eaten by most of the planet's large animals, and suddenly tiny versions of one of the worst of them wanders into the cave and starts to purr.

Voodoo is a very interesting religion for the whole family, even those members of it who are dead.

I thought unicorns were more . . . Fluffy.

I don't want to hurt you, Mistress Weatherwax," said Mrs Gogol. "That's good," said Granny. "I don't want you to hurt me either.

Everyone should occasionally break the law in some small and delightful way. It's good for the hygiene of the brain.