But…but you can’t treat religion as a sort of buffet, can you? I mean, you can’t say yes please, I’ll 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 d´hôte or nothing, otherwise…well, it would be silly.

I've always felt that what I have going for me is not my imagination, because everyone has an imagination. What I have is a relentlessly controlled imagination. What looks like wild invention is actually quite carefully calculated.

In the end the problem isn't that you have the wrong sort of government for the People, but that you have the wrong sort of People.

Your average witch is not, by nature, a social animal as far as other witches are concerned. There's a conflict of dominant personalities. There's a group of ringleaders without a ring. There's the basic unwritten rule of witchcraft, which is 'Don't do what you will, do what I say.' The natural size of a coven is one. Witches only get together when they can't avoid it.

He stared at his feet. “I’m still very ignorant,” he said, “but at least I’m ignorant about really important things.

At least I know I'm bewildered about the really fundamental and important facts of the universe.

Nothing I can say or devise, and nothing anybody else can say or devise, is going to be perfect.