The truth is a fog, in which one man sees the heavenly host and the other one sees a flying elephant.

And that's what I don't like about magic, Captain. 'cos it's *magic*. You can't ask questions, it's magic. It doesn't explain anything, it's magic. You don't know where it comes from, it's magic! That's what I don't like about magic, it does everything by magic!

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

YOU MUST LEARN THE COMPASSION PROPER TO YOUR TRADE" "And what's that?" "A SHARP EDGE.

Belief was never mentioned at home, but right actions were taught by daily example.

Sometimes the truth is arrived at by adding all the little lies together and deducting them from the totality of what is known.

...inside every old person is a young person wondering what happened.