A witch relied too much on words ever to go back on them.

The entire universe has been neatly divided into things to (a) mate with, (b) eat, (c) run away from, and (d) rocks.

...it is well known that a vital ingredient of success is not knowing that what you're attempting can't be done.

Million-to-one chances...crop up nine times out of ten.

Esk felt that bravery was called for, but on a night like this bravery lasted only as long as a candle stayed alight.

Do you know how wizards like to be buried?""Yes!""Well, how?"Granny Weatherwax paused at the bottom of the stairs."Reluctantly.

Red sky at night, the city's alight.

High magic requires a great clarity of thought, you see, and women's talents do not lie in that direction. Their brains tend to overheat.

You mean it's my destiny? she said at last.Granny shrugged. Something like that. Probably. Who knows?

You mean it's my destiny?" she said at last.Granny shrugged. “Something like that. Probably. Who knows?

She told me that if magic gives people what they want, then not using magic can give them what they need.

Thought assists memory in enabling it to order the material it has assembled. So that in a systematically ordered memory every idea is individually followed by all conclusions it entails.

I was born in a slum, but the slum wasn't born in me.

Now our job, our duty, our responsibility to ensure the safety and security of our citizens cannot be complete unless we guarantee health care security for our citizens.

A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine; Who sweeps a room as forThy laws Makes it and th'action fine.

Nutrition makes me puke.

They lyrical content has grown more introspective and less abstract. I don't know if that's good or bad... Sometimes it feels a little raw to be putting so much of myself out there.

Every person thinks his own intellect perfect, and his own child handsome.

A lot of scientists hate writing. Most scientists love being in the lab and doing the work and when the work is done, they are finished.

I think she [Michelle Obama] is reluctant to date someone she's above at work. It's 1989, she's at a law firm, surrounded by mostly white men, and she has to prove herself every day.

I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire, But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.