'It’s a big responsibility, fairy godmothering. Knowing when to stop, I mean.
The woodcutter never understood why the wolf laid its head on the stump so readily.
There wasn’t much you could do with a Magrat. It sounded like something that lived in a hole in a river bank and was always getting flooded out.
I’m watching you, Albert Hurker. Deliver the packige and the envlope and if you dare take a peek inside something dretful will happen to you…
The Oggs contained, in just one family, enough feuds to keep an entire Ozark of normal hillbillies going for a century...sometimes this encouraged a foolish outsider to join in
Mirrors contain infinity.
Infinity contains more things than you think.
Everything, for a start.
Including hunger.
It reached the boat. Long clammy fingers grabbed the side, and a lugubrious face rose level with Nanny Ogg’s. '’ullo,” it said. “It’sss my birthday.'
An old lady laid her hand on Magrat’s shoulder for a moment, shook her head sadly, sighed, and then scuttled away.
She wasn’t at all certain about the meaning of the word 'decadent.'
He grinned at her, and tried to pull the axe free. He sank to his knees, his face suddenly white.
'Proper dwarf bread’s got to be dropped in rivers and dried out and sat on and left and looked at every day and put away again. You just can’t get it down here.'
Granny Weatherwax wandered disconsolately along the clean streets. She wasn’t looking for the other two. She was quite certain of that.
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