Wisdom is one of the few things that looks bigger the further away it is.
The wages of sin is death but so is the salary of virtue, and at least the evil get to go home early on Fridays.
Progress just means bad things happen faster.
People think that stories are shaped by people. In fact, it’s the other way around.
Most witches don’t believe in gods. They know that the gods exist, of course. They even deal with them occasionally. But they don’t believe in them. They know them too well. It would be like believing in the postman.
Humanity’s a nice place to visit, but you wouldn’t want to live there.
Cats gravitate to kitchens like rocks gravitate to gravity.
“Blessings be on this house,” Granny said, perfunctorily. It was always a good opening remark for a witch. It concentrated people’s minds on what other things might be on this house.
