Fate can be one mean god at times.

What was supposed to be so special about a full moon? It was only a big circle of light. And the dark of the moon was only darkness. But halfway between the two, when the moon was between the worlds of light and dark, when even the moon lived on the edge...maybe then a witch could believe in the moon.

One day I'll work out what it is you are saying, my lad, and then you'll be in trouble.

Nanny Ogg knew how to start spelling 'banana', but didn't know how you stopped.

The most important thing was that time had passed, pouring thousands of soothing seconds across the island. People need time to deal with the now before it runs away and becomes the then.

It's tough at the top. It's tough at the bottom. But in between you could use them for horse-shoes.

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.