вторник, 8 април 2014 г.
Like a lot of people with big muscles, he got edgy about people who were strong in other ways.
Child. That was a terrible thing to say to anyone who was almost thirteen.
“You made up stories about yourself?”
“Oh, yes. Of course. Why not? I couldn’t leave something as important as that to amateurs.”
"People say you can see a man’s soul!”
“Yes. Didn’t make that one up! But I’ll tell you, for some of my parishioners I’d need a magnifying glass!
Witches preferred to cut enemies dead with a look. There was no sense in killing your enemy. How would she know you’d won?
The start and finish of things was always dangerous, lives most of all.
“We are small people,” her father had said. “It ain’t wise to come to the attention of the gods.”
Tiffany sat on a stump and cried a bit, because it needed to be done. Then she went and milked the goats, because someone had to do that, too.
Anyone could be a witch at midnight, she’d thought, but you’d have to be really good to be a witch by noonlight.
The trouble is, you can shut your eyes but you can’t shut your mind.
Romancin’ is verra important, ye ken. Basically it’s a way the boy can get close to the girl wi’oot her attackin’ him and scratchin’ his eyes oot.
Librarians. They were a bit like the wandering priests and teachers who went even into the smallest, loneliest villages to deliver those things—prayers, medicine, facts—that people could do without for weeks at a time but sometimes needed a lot of all at once.
Nanny Ogg changed the way people thought, even if it was only for a few minutes. She left people thinking they were slightly better people. They weren’t, but as Nanny said, it gave them something to live up to.
People wanted the world to be a story, because stories had to sound right and they had to make sense. People wanted the world to make sense.
It was a very large room. There was no furniture of any sort. It was just the sort of room a king would build to say “Look, I can afford to waste all this space!”