You've got a lot of time for abstract thought when you've got your hand stuck up a dead badger.

His progress through life was hampered by his tremendous sense of his own ignorance, a disability which affects all too few.

We've got a lot of experience of not having any experience

The theater troubled her. It had a magic of its own, one that didn’t belong to her, one that wasn’t in her control. It changed the world, and said things were otherwise than they were. And it was worse than that. It was magic that didn’t belong to magical people. It was commanded by ordinary people, who didn’t know the rules. They altered the world because it sounded better.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do, if you ever find anything I wouldn't do.

These weren't encouraged in the city, since the heft and throw of a longbow's arrow could send it through an innocent bystander a hundred yards away instead of the innocent bystander at whom it was aimed.

What can the harvest hope for, if not for the care of the Reaper Man?