“There must be a hundred silver dollars in here,” moaned Boggis, waving a
purse. "I mean, that's not my league. That's not my class. I can't handle
that sort of money. You've got to be in the Guild of Lawyers or something
to steal that much."
(Wyrd Sisters)
'I know my rights [...] Dunnage, cowhage-in-ordinary, badinage, leftovers, scrommidge, clary and spunt. And acornage, every other year, and the right to keep two-thirds of a goat on the common.'
(Wyrd Sisters)
It would be a pretty good bet that the gods of a world like this probably do not play chess and indeed this is the case. In fact no gods anywhere play chess. They haven't got the imagination. Gods prefer simple, vicious games, where you Do Not Achieve Transcendence but Go Straight To Oblivion; a key to the understanding of all religions is that a god's idea of amusement is Snakes and Ladders with greased rungs.
(Wyrd Sisters)
This man was clearly mad, but at the heart of his madness was a cold, dreadful sanity, a core of pure interstellar ice in the centre of the furnace. She'd thought him weak under a thin shell of strength, but it went a lot further than that. Somewhere deep inside his mind, somewhere beyond the event horizon of rationality, the sheer pressure of insanity had hammered his madness into something harder than diamond.
(Wyrd Sisters)
Granny Weatherwax didn't hold with looking at the future, but now she could feel the future looking at her. She didn't like its expression at all.
(Wyrd Sisters)
Ninety percent of true love is acute, ear-burning embarrassment.
(Wyrd Sisters)
On nights such as this, evil deeds are done. And good deeds, of course. But mostly evil deeds.
(Wyrd Sisters)
“I'd like to know if I could compare you to a summer's day. Because --
well, June 12th was quite nice, and...”
(Wyrd Sisters)
Matters in hand. He'd put matters in hand all right. If he closed his eyes he could see the body tumbling down the steps. Had there been a hiss of shocked breath, down in the darkness of the hall? He'd been certain they were alone. Matters in hand! He'd tried to wash the blood off his hands. If he could wash the blood off, he told himself, it wouldn't have happened. He'd scrubbed and scrubbed. Scrubbed till he screamed.
(Wyrd Sisters)
Footnote: The calendar of the Theocracy of Muntab counts down, not up. No-one knows why, but it might not be a good idea to hang around and find out.
(Wyrd Sisters)
“Actors," said Granny, witheringly. ”As if the world weren't full
of enough history without inventing more."
(Wyrd Sisters)
'What ho, b'zugda-hiara.' (Footnote: A killing insult in Dwarfish. It means 'Lawn ornament'.)
(Wyrd Sisters)
“'Tis not right, a woman going into such places by herself.”
Granny nodded. She thoroughly approved of such sentiments so long as
there was, of course, no suggestion that they applied to her.
(Wyrd Sisters)
'Why don't I feel angry?'
GLANDS, said Death shortly. ADRENALIN AND SO FORTH. AND EMOTIONS. YOU DON'T HAVE THEM. ALL YOU HAVE NOW IS THOUGHT.
(Wyrd Sisters)
'Witches just aren't like that,' said Magrat. 'We live in harmony with the great cycles of Nature, and do no harm to anyone, and it's wicked of them to say we don't. We ought to fill their bones with hot lead.'
(Wyrd Sisters)
“A man could go far, knowing his rights like you do,” said Granny.
"But right now he should go home."
(Wyrd Sisters)
On nights such as these the gods, as has already been pointed out, play
games other than chess with the fates of mortals and the thrones of kings.
It is important to remember that they always cheat, right up to the end...
(Wyrd Sisters)
This is Art holding a Mirror up to Life. That's why everything is exactly the wrong way around.
(Wyrd Sisters)
Above the hearth was a huge pokerwork sign saying "Mother". No tyrant in
the whole history of the world had ever achieved a domination so complete.
(Wyrd Sisters)
The calender of the Theocracy of Muntab counts down, not up. No-one knows
why, but it might not be a good idea to hang around and find out.
(Wyrd Sisters)
The duke had a mind that ticked like a clock and, like a clock, it
regularly went cuckoo.
(Wyrd Sisters)
“I daresay,” said Granny, pushing the Fool aside and stepping over a
writhing taproot. "If anyone locked *me* in a dungeon, there'd be screams."
(Wyrd Sisters)
In fact, no gods anywhere play chess. They prefer simple, vicious games,
where you Do Not Achieve Transcendence but Go Straight to Oblivion; a key
to the understanding of all religion is that a god's idea of amusement is
Snakes and Ladders with greased rungs.
(Wyrd Sisters)
'I cannot! He has been kindness itself to me!'
'And you can be Death itself to him.'
(Wyrd Sisters)