These weren't encouraged in the city, since the heft and throw of a longbow's arrow could send it through an innocent bystander a hundred yards away instead of the innocent bystander at whom it was aimed.

I mean, I wouldn't pay more than a couple of quid to see me, and I'm me.

Good and bad is tricky," she said. "I ain't too certain about where people stand. P'raps what matters is which way you face." (pp. 348-349)

Look, that's why there's rules, understand? So that you think before you break 'em.

Do you think there’s anything to eat in this forest?” “Yes,” said the wizard bitterly, “us.

Granny Weatherwax was not lost. She wasn't the kind of person who ever became lost. It was just that, at the moment, while she knew exactly where SHE was, she didn't know the position of anywhere else.

Fantasy is uni-age. You can start it in the creche, and it follows you to death.