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Here you are. Would you like some pickles?" "Pickles gives me the wind something awful." "In that case—" "Oh, I wasn't saying no," Mistress Weatherwax said, taking two large pickled cucumbers.

gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold 'Is there a chorus?' Gold, gold, gold, gold, gold.' said Hwel. 'You left out a gold there.

Esk wouldn't have known what a collective noun was if it had spat in her eye, but she knew there was a herd of goats and a coven of witches.

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.

Twas beauty killed the beast," said the Dean, who liked to say things like that. "No it wasn't," said the Chair. "It was it splatting into the ground like that.

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.

When the humours were handed out, Ankh-Morpork got the one for joking and Quirm had to do make do with their expertise in fine dining and love-making.

Nothing is more reassuring, nothing is more true to the comfortable spirit of English occultism, than the smell of Brussels sprouts cooking

You trust him? he said. No, said Hastur. Right, said Ligur. It's be a funny old world, he reflected, if demons went round trusting one another.

When Emily Dickinson writes, "Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul," she reminds us, as the birds do, of the liberation and pragmatism of belief.

In the open space of democracy, beauty is not optional, but essential to our survival as a species.

Our future is guaranteed only by the degree of our personal involvement and commitment to an inclusive justice.

Gin and cheese, she thought as she refilled her drink. All the necessary food groups for a melancholy woman.

If anyone lacked the gene for holding a grudge, it was Frost, whose legendary congeniality only served to make Jane look bad.

I need a job and I want to be a paperback writer...

Pleasure always means not to think about anything, to forget suffering even where it is shown. Basically it is helplessness. It is flight; not, as is asserted, flight from a wretched reality, but from the last remaining thought of resistance.

Only thought which does violence to itself is hard enough to shatter myth.

The darkening of the world makes the irrationality of art rational: radically darkened art.

However you feel about maids' uniforms, we don't have time to overthrow the social order today.

as though someone had decided on large and ominous as a decorating style.

My name is Carmilla," said the woman. "I've come from Mina, in Budapest. I think it's time you were rescued from this place. Don't you think?

We are not purely material beings," he continued. "Dr. Bell would say that we are not material beings at all, although I would not go that far. But we are surrounded by waves of energy. You've seen them in operation, even if you have not seen the waves themselves.

It was that old mass yearning for a likeness in all things that troubled them, and him.