Go anywhere you wish, talk to everyone. Ask any questions; you will be given answers. When you want to learn, you will be taught. Use the library. Open any book.

People couldn't become truly holy, he said, unless they also had the opportunity to be definitively wicked.

Next comes the realist phase ("After all, from a purely geometrical point of view a cat is only a tube with a door at the top.")

If there's one thing that really annoys a god, it's not knowing something.

"Right!" "Right!" "You can get there!" "I can get there!" "You're a natural at counting to two!" "I'm a nat'ral at counting to two!" "If you can count to two, you can count to anything!" "If I can count to two, I can count to anything!" "And then the world is your mollusc!" "My mollusc! What's a mollusc?

Granny Weatherwax was firmly against fiction. Life was hard enough without lies floating around and changing the way people thought.

But what's worth more than gold?" "Practically everything. You, for example. Gold is heavy. Your weight in gold is not very much gold at all. Aren't you worth more than that?