Juliet's version of cleanliness was next to godliness, which was to say it was erratic, past all understanding and was seldom seen. - Terry Pratchett

It was lonely on the hill, and cold. And all you could do was keep going. You could scream, cry, and stamp your feet, but apart from making you feel warmer, it wouldn’t do any good. You could say it was unfair, and that was true, but the universe didn’t care because it didn’t know what “fair” meant. That was the big problem about being a witch. It was up to you. It was always up to you.

Books must be treated with respect, we feel that in our bones, because words have power. Bring enough words together they can bend space and time.

"I know it's a very human thing to say 'Is there anything I can do', but in this case I would only entertain offers from very high-end experts in brain chemistry." - after announcing his Alzheimer's diagnosis.