And what do you really do? asked Tiffany. The thin witch hesitatied for a moment, and then: We look to ... the edges, said Mistress Weatherwax. There's a lot of edges, more than people know. Between life and death, this world and the next, night and day, right and wrong ... an' they need watchin'. We watch 'em, we guard the sum of things. And we never ask for any reward. That's important.

Behind him the Master of Ceremonies cleared his throat. His eyes took on a distant, glazed look.The Stealer of Souls, he said in the faraway voice of one whose ears aren't hearing what his mouth is saying, Defeater of Empires, Swallower of Oceans, Thief of Years, The Ultimate Reality, Harvester of Mankind, the-ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT. I CAN SEE MYSELF IN.

Sometimes you can think that 'I've had enough of wizards!' And sometimes fantasy is not just about wizards.

Humans need fantasy to be human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape.

But in his experience it was only a matter of time before the normal balance of the universe restored itself and started doing the usual terrible things to him.

I wish that the people who sing about the deeds of heroes would think about the people who have to clear up after them.

Oh. I see. People don't want to see what can't possibly exist.