The smug mask of virtue triumphant could be almost as…

“She knew a cutting, incisive, withering and above all a self-evident answer existed. It was just that, to her extreme annoyance, she couldn't quite…

— Terry Pratchett

“Now that’s what I call magic—seein’ all that, dealin’ with all that, and still goin’ on. It’s sittin’ up all night with some poor…

— Terry Pratchett

“We look to… the edges,' said Mistress Weatherwax. 'There’s a lot of edges, more than people know. Between life and death, this world and…

— Terry Pratchett

“Granny’s implicit belief that everything should get out of her way extended to other witches, very tall trees and, on occasion, mountains.”

— Terry Pratchett

“She strode across the moors as if distance was a personal insult.”

— Terry Pratchett

“Mistress Weatherwax is the head witch, then, is she?’ 'Oh no!’ said Miss Level, looking shocked. 'Witches are all equal. We don’t have things…

— Terry Pratchett

“There was a wicked ole witch once called Black Aliss. She was an unholy terror. There's never been one worse or more powerful. Until…

— Terry Pratchett

“If I'd had to buy you, you wouldn't be worth the price.”

— Terry Pratchett

“Sin, young man, is when you treat people like things. Including yourself. That’s what sin is.”

— Terry Pratchett

“She'd never mastered the talent for apologizing, but she appreciated it in other people.”

— Terry Pratchett

“It was the way he wore the place. You expected him any moment to break into the kind of song that has suspicious rhymes…

— Terry Pratchett

Nature abhors a lot of things, including vacuums, ships called the Marie Celeste, and the chuck keys for electric drills.

— Terry Pratchett

“Sacharissa saw a movement. Boddony had pulled his axe out from under the bench. It was a traditional dwarf axe. One side was a…

— Terry Pratchett

“There was a steady drizzle when they left for the tower. Moist drove the cart, with the others sitting on the load behind him…

— Terry Pratchett

“Someone broke from the scrum and, punching and kicking, staggered towards the Klatchian goal. "Isn't that man your butler?" said Ahmed. "Yes." "One of…

— Terry Pratchett