Sybil's female forebears had valiantly backed up their husbands as distant embassies were besieged, had given birth on a camel or in the shade of a stricken elephant, had handed around the little gold chocolates while trolls were trying to break into the compound, or had merely stayed at home and nursed such bits of husbands and sons as made it back from endless little wars. The result was a species of woman who, when duty called, turned into solid steel.
Terry PratchettDo not meddle in the affairs of wizards because a refusal often offends, I read somewhere.
Terry PratchettButโฆbut you canโt treat religion as a sort of buffet, can you? I mean, you canโt say yes please, Iโll have some of the Celestial Paradise and a helping of the Divine Plan but go easy on the kneeling and none of the Prohibition of Images, they give me wind. Its table dยดhรดte or nothing, otherwiseโฆwell, it would be silly.
Terry Pratchett