I don’t think it's weak to admit you made a mistake. That takes strength, if you ask me.

Only in our dreams are we free. The rest of the time we need wages.

In theory it was, around now, Literature. Susan hated Literature. She'd much prefer to read a good book.

Just call in at the torturer on your way out. See when he can fit you in.

Granny Weatherwax, who had walked nightly without fear in the bandit-haunted forests of the mountains all her life in the certain knowledge that the darkness held nothing more terrible than she was.

I was once a journalist. And I think of myself as a journalist, and that's it. You tell the truth. I even wrote a book called 'The Truth'.

You know, I never imagined there were he-dryads. Not even in an oak tree." One of the giants grinned at him. Druellae snorted. "Stupid! Where do you think acorns come from?