Sometimes the only thing you could do for people was to be there.

Now that their long war was over, they could get on with the proper concern of all civilised nations, which is to prepare for the next one.

Granny Weatherwax, who had walked nightly without fear in the bandit-haunted forests of the mountains all her life in the certain knowledge that the darkness held nothing more terrible than she was.

The harder I work, the luckier I become.

The thing about stories is you have to pick the ones that last.

What kind of man would put a known criminal in charge of a major branch of government? Apart from, say, the average voter.

Hello, inner child, I'm the inner babysitter!