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The Arrangement was very simple, so simple in fact that it didn't really deserve the capital letter, which it had got for simply being in existence for so long.

Ella turned to the fireplace where a blackened kettle hung over what Granny Weatherwax always called an optimist's fire: two logs and hope.

He made a noise like an owl. Since Moist was no ornithologist, he did this by saying "woo woo.

His rabbitty features looked unusually determined, as if a hamster had spotted a gap in its treadmill.

I'm an Igor, thur. We don't athk quethtionth. Really? Why not? I don't know, thur. I didn't athk.

How do you spell 'contravention'? said Carrot, turning over a page. I don't, said Nobby, pushing through the crowds.

He had done regular live concerts from San Quentin jail until the civil rights people got him under the Cruel and Unusual Punishment clause.

Bugger off sweetheart Nanny's busy

Don't force me to draw my own conclusions. I do have a very big pencil.

Where you found the real McCoy, the real grace and the real heart-stopping evil, was right inside the human mind.

I saw a program. It had David Attenborough, so it's true.

And perhaps at the other end of the world there is a place where the screaming can't be heard, and I may find it in my heart to grant God absolution!

This one's mental.' 'Eccentric.' 'What's the difference?' 'A bag of cash.

Death's face became a little stiffer, if that were possible. The blue glow in his eye sockets flickered red for an instant. I SEE, he said. The tone suggested that death was too good for cat-haters. YOU LIKE GREAT BIG DOGS, I IMAGINE.

Repent!'" Nanny Ogg went on. "Repent? Me? Cheek! I can't start repenting at my time of life. I'd never get any work done. Anyway," she added, "I ain't sorry for most of it.

And on this dirty night there were appropriately dirty deeds that not even the rain could wash away.

The Egregious Professor of Grammar and Usage would have corrected this to 'she was not she', which would have caused the Professor of Logic to spit out his drink.

Why is it all Mr. Dibbler's films are set against the background of a world gone mad?" said the dwarf. Soll's eyes narrowed. "Because Mr. Dibbler," he growled, "is a very observant man.

She said to me, This is fun. It weirdly is, I said. Maybe these are our salad days. Huh? You know. Happy. What's happy about a salad? She shrugged. Ranch, she said.

There was the faintest of sounds, as of a gnat yawning.

His voice gave out and he made several wavy motions with his hand, indicative of the shape of a woman who would probably be unable to keep her balance.

And this 'rebooting' business? Give it a good kicking, do you?" "Oh, no, of course, we…that is…well, yes, in fact," said Ponder. "Adrian goes round the back and…er…prods it with his foot. But in a technical way," he added.

Look, I don't mind summoning some demon and asking it," said the Lecturer in Recent Runes. "That's normal. But building some mechanical contrivance to do your thinking for you, that's … against Nature.

The universe, they said, depended for its operation on the balance of four forces which they identified as charm, persuasion, uncertainty and bloody-mindedness.