Most witches don’t believe in gods. They know that the gods exist, of course. They even deal with them occasionally. But they don’t believe in them. They know them too well. It would be like believing in the postman.

Now he knew: They were real. Who’d make up a thing like this? Okay, one of them was a cheese that rolled around of its own accord, but nobody was perfect.

I don't read an awful lot of fiction and when I do, it tends to be lightweight stuff.

Students, eh? Love 'em or hate 'em, you can't hit them with a shovel!

Fantasy is an exercise bicycle for the mind. It might not take you anywhere, but it tones up the muscles that can.

When you look into the abyss, it’s not supposed to wave back.

Unseen University had never admitted women, muttering something about problems with the plumbing, but the real reason was an unspoken dread that if women were allowed to mess around with magic they would probably be embarrassingly good at it.