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At least, not if he wanted to wake up in the morning the same shape as he went to bed.
“If you don’t want me to come then I’ll come,” she said. This sort of thing passes for logic among siblings.
Granny had a philosophical objection to reading, but she’d be the last to say that books, especially books with nice thin pages, didn’t have their uses.
She hadn’t maintained forest-credibility for forty years by ever admitting ignorance.
he manifests himself as an oak tree, or half a man and half a goat, but mainly I see him in his aspect as a bloody nuisance.
They feel that the Zoon ought to have adopted more suitable titles, like “diplomat” or “public
relations officer.” They feel they are poking fun at the whole thing.
A person ignorant of the possibility of failure can be a halfbrick in the path of the bicycle of history.
One reason for the bustle was that over large parts of the continent other people preferred to make money without working at all, and since the Disc had yet to develop a music recording industry they were forced to fall back on older, more traditional forms of banditry.
he had to admit that this boy looked like good wizard material. In other words, he was thin, gangling, pale from reading disturbing books in unhealthy rooms, and had watery eyes like two lightly poached eggs.
Granny, already in a bad temper, hit it right between the eyes with the broomstick and it was now sitting as far away from her as it was possible to get in a pit, and trying to think happy thoughts.
because curiosity not only killed the cat but threw it in the river with weights tied to its feet.
If you invited a hedge wizard to a party he would spend half the evening talking to your potted plant. And he would spend the other half listening.
“City people are always worried about the future, it comes from eating unnatural food.
“They look constipated. I never met a wizard who was regular,” said Granny.
The light was misty and actinic, the sort of light to make Steven Spielberg reach for his copyright lawyer.
“I never liked the ocean,” said Cutangle. “It ought to be paved over. There’s dreadful things in it, down in the deep bits. Ghastly sea monsters. Or so they say.”
“Mmph. Well, I’ll think about it,” said Granny, dimly aware that one should never go too far on a first date.
