Terry Pratchett Quotes

Catch a black hen and beat it to death with a white cane. Keep the blood and smear a little of it on your enemy. If you get no chance to smear it on his body, obtain one of his garments and smear it.

I consider myself a pagan and a witch.

And all the stories had, somewhere, the witch. The wicked old witch. And Tiffany had thought: Where's the evidence?

When they came to harvest my corpse (open your mouth, close your eyes) cut my body from the rope, surprise, surprise: I was still alive. Tough luck, folks, I know the law: you can't execute me twice for the same thing. How nice. I fell to the clover, breathed it in, and bared my teeth at them in a filthy grin. You can imagine how that went over. Now I only need to look out at them through my sky-blue eyes. They see their own ill will staring then in the forehead and turn tail Before, I was not a witch. But now I am one.

First Witch He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

English vampires may not be as well behaved around witches as the American ones are.

Violence and injury enclose in their net all that do such things, and generally return upon him who began.

No witch has ever claimed to own the Elder Wand. Make of that what you will.

And of the Witch? In the life of a Witch, there is no "after", in the "ever after" of a Witch there is no "happily"; in the story of a Witch, there is no afterword. Of that part that is beyond the life story, beyond the story of the life, there is-alas, or perhaps thank mercy-no telling. She was dead, dead, and gone, and all that was left of her was the carapace of her reputation for malice.

Every blade has two edges; he who wounds with one wounds himself with the other.

The environment is in us, not outside of us. The trees are our lungs, the rivers our bloodstream. We are all interconnected, and what you do to the environment ultimately you do to yourself.

I looked up at Ellen and her not-glowing pentagram. "Harm none is the rule, Ellen: bad witch, no cookie.

You have a tremendous advantage over the man who does you an injury: You have it within your power to forgive him, while he has no such advantage over you.

If you don't know when to be a human being, you don't know when to be a witch.

Who so ever diggeth the pit, shall fall in it.

Sleeping with a witch would probably be pretty interesting. I hear that, and I understand that.

We must beware of one who is in a passion against us as of one who has once sought our life; for the fact that we still live is due to the absence of power to kill, - if looks could kill, we should have been dead long ago.

You think you are killing me. I think you are committing suicide.

Everything that creates itself upon the backs of smaller scales will by those same scales be consumed.

You're so nice. You're not good, you're not bad, You're just nice. I'm not good, I'm not nice, I'm just right. I'm the witch. You're the world.

The man who seeks revenge digs two graves.

When someone wrongs us, we rarely (if ever) want to do the same thing back. Why? Because we want to do something more harmful. Likewise, when someone insults us, our instinct is to search for words that will be more insulting.Revenge always escalates.

Whom they have injured they also hate.