Like all Tiffany book, this one lives in a special place in my heart. Tiffany is growing up, and she’s doing so well. … generally. She’s learning, though! And let me I note that this is the book that has an entire Steeleye Span album devoted to it!
The trouble is you can shut your eyes but you can’t shut your mind.
“This I choose to do,” she croaked, her breath leaving little clouds in the air. She cleared her throat and started again. “This I choose to do. If there is a price, this I choose to pay. If it is my death, then I choose to die. Where this takes me, there I choose to go. I choose. This I choose to do.”
A witch didn’t do things because they seemed a good idea at the time! That was practically cackling! You had to deal every day with people who were foolish and lazy and untruthful and downright unpleasant, and you could certainly end up thinking that the world would be considerably improved if you gave them a slap. But you didn’t because, as Miss Tick had once explained: a) it would make the world a better place for only a very short time; b) it would then make the world a slightly worse place; and c) you’re not supposed to be as stupid as they are.
Witches didn’t need to slap the stupid, not when they had a sharp tongue that was always ready.
Witches preferred to cut enemies dead with a look. There was no sense in killing your enemy. How would she know you’d won?
Tiffany sat on a stump and cried a bit, because it needed to be done. Then she went and milked the goats, because someone had to do that, too.
Mrs. Aching backed away. “I thought you just had to wave your hands about,” she mumbled nervously. “That works,” said Tiffany, “but only if you wave them about on the floor with a scrubbing brush.”
The librarians were mysterious. It was said they could tell what book you needed just by looking at you, and they could take your voice away with a word.
There’s no a lot of laughs in an underworld. This one used to be called Limbo, ya ken, ’cause the door was verra low.
Strength enough to build a home
Time enough to hold a child
Love enough to break a heart.