The Wee Free Men (Discworld, #30; Tiffany Aching, #1)

by Terry Pratchett

Where’s the evidence? The stories never said why she was wicked. It was enough to be an old woman, enough to be all alone, enough to look strange because you had no teeth. It was enough to be called a witch. If it came to that, the book never gave you the evidence of anything. It talked about “a handsome prince” . . . was he really, or was it just because he was a prince that people called him handsome? As for “a girl who was as beautiful as the day was long” . . . well, which day? In midwinter it hardly ever got light! The stories didn’t want you to think, they just wanted you to believe what you were told. . .

if you trust in yourself . . .” “Yes?” “. . . and believe in your dreams . . .” “Yes?” “. . . and follow your star . . .” Miss Tick went on. “Yes?” “. . . you’ll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren’t so lazy.

That’s the trouble with a brain—it thinks more than you sometimes want it to.

“Them as can do has to do for them as can’t. And someone has to speak up for them as has no voices.”

I’m thinking about how I think about what I’m thinking. At least, I think so.