Equal Rites (Discworld, #3; Witches, #1)

by Terry Pratchett

“You’re a bit young for this,” she said, “but as you grow older you’ll find most people don’t set foot outside their own heads much.

The lodgings were on the top floor next to the well-guarded premises of a respectable dealer in stolen property because, as Granny had heard, good fences make good neighbors.

They may have been ugly. They may have been evil. But when it came to poetry in motion, the Things had all the grace and coordination of a deck-chair.