“We're witches and we will pay our way by curing you of any irritating ailments you have.”
"I don't have any."
"How many would you like?"
(Maskerade)
“We're witches and we will pay our way by curing you of any irritating ailments you have.”
"I don't have any."
"How many would you like?"
(Maskerade)
“The singers all loathe the sight of one another, the chorus despises the
singers, they both hate the orchestra, and everyone fears the conductor;
the staff on one prompt side won't talk to the staff on the opposite prompt
side, the dancers are all crazed from hunger in any case...”
(Maskerade)
'What's the first thing you'd take out of a burning house?'
'I reckon I'd take Greebo. 'Cos that shows I've got a warm and considerate nature.' - Gytha "Nanny" Ogg, a witch
'What would you like me to take, madam?' - Mr Salzella, a... no, I won't!
'The fire.' - Walter Plinge
'Who set fire to it?' - an undercover policeman
(Maskerade)
'Now what?' it said.
IT'S UP TO YOU. IT'S ALWAYS UP TO YOU.
(Maskerade)
Greebo could, in fact, commit sexual harrassment simply by sitting very
quietly in the next room.
(Maskerade)
After you'd known Christine for any length of time, you found yourself
fighting a desire to look into her ear to see if you could spot daylight
coming the other way.
(Maskerade)
'It's easy to hold everything in common when no one's got anything.'
(Maskerade)
Looking into Granny's eyes was like looking into a mirror. What you saw looking back at you was yourself, and there was no hiding place.
(Maskerade)
'It's still a lie. Like the lie about masks.'
'What lie about masks?'
'The way people say they hide faces.'
'They do hide faces,' said Nanny Ogg.
'Only the one on the outside.'
(Maskerade)
Most people in Lancre, as the saying goes, went to bed with the chickens
and got up with the cows. [footnote: Er. That is to say, they went to bed
at the same time as the chickens went to bed, and got up at the same time
as the cows got up. Loosely worded sayings can really cause
misunderstandings.]
(Maskerade)
It was done far more often than the audiences ever realized -- when singers
had a sore throat, or had completely dried, or had turned up so drunk they
could barely stand, or, in one notorious instance many years previously,
had died in the interval and subsequently sung their famous aria by means
of a broom-handle stuck up their back and their jaw operated with a piece
of string.
(Maskerade)
He counted to one on his fingers. Then he counted to two.
(Maskerade)
Ahahahahaha! Ahahahaha! Aahahaha!
BEWARE!!!!!
Yrs sincerely
The Opera Ghost
(Maskerade)
Nanny could get a statue to cry on her shoulder and say what it really
thought about pigeons.
(Maskerade)
It's easy to hold everything in common when no-one's got anything.
(Maskerade)
It is the fate of all banisters worth sliding down that there is something
nasty waiting at the far end.
(Maskerade)
The pre-luncheon drinks were going quite well, Mr Bucket thought. Everyone
was making polite conversation and absolutely no one had been killed up to
the present moment.
(Maskerade)
...he'd moved like music, like someone dancing to a rhythm inside his head. And his face for a moment in the moonlight was the skull of an angel...
(Maskerade)
He had a unique stride: it looked as though his body was being dragged
forward and his legs had to flail around underneath it, landing wherever
they could find room. It wasn't so much a walk as a collapse, indefinitely
postponed.
(Maskerade)
Nanny Ogg found herself embarrassed to even think about this, and this was
unusual because embarrassment normally came as naturally to Nanny as
altruism comes to a cat.
(Maskerade)
People who didn't need people needed people around to know that they were
the kind of people who didn't need people.
(Maskerade)
No male had ever touched Agnes before, except perhaps to push her over and
steal her sweets.
(Maskerade)
'But you ain't part of it, are you?' said Granny conversationally. 'You try, but you always find yourself watchin' yourself watchin' people, eh? Never quite believin' anything? Thinkin' the wrong thoughts?'
(Maskerade)
Instead, people would take pains to tell her that beauty was only
skin-deep, as if a man ever fell for an attractive pair of kidneys.
(Maskerade)
People who would not believe a High Priest if he said the sky was blue, and was able to produce signed affidavits to this effect from his white-haired old mother and three Vestal virgins, would trust just about anything whispered darkly behind their hand by a complete stranger.
(Maskerade)
- "But I don't *believe* in reincarnation!" he protested.
- SQUEAK.
- And this, Mr Pounder understood with absolute rodent clarity, meant:
Reincarnation believes in *you*.
(Maskerade)
It was where the city kept all those things it occasionally needed but was uneasy about, like the Watch-house, the theatres, the prison and the publishers. It was the place for all those things which might go off bang in unexpected ways.
(Maskerade)
'There's a kind of magic in masks. Masks conceal one face, but reveal another. The one that only comes out in darkness. I bet you could do just what you liked, behind a mask...?'
(Maskerade)
'Oh, them as makes the endings don't get them,' said Granny.
(Maskerade)
Her attitude to music was purely ballistic - just point your voice at the end of the verse and go for it.
(Maskerade)