The thing about witchcraft," said Mistress Weatherwax, "is that it's not like school at all. First you get the test, and then afterward you spend years findin' out how you passed it. It's a bit like life in that respect

Find the story, Granny Weatherwax always said. She believed that the world was full of story shapes. If you let them, they controlled you. But if you studied them, if you found out about them... you could use them, you could change them.

-Oh yes? Can you identify yourself? -Certainly. I'd know me anywhere.

Drinks like this tend to get called Traffic Lights or Rainbow's Revenge or, in places where truth is more highly valued, Hello and Good-Bye, Mr. Brain Cell.

He'd been wrong, there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and it was a flamethrower.

Cats gravitate to kitchens like rocks gravitate to gravity.

A good man will kill you with hardly a word.