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“Grandmotherly sales clerks present an unusual problem in their tendency to praise Polly for her beauty. 'Aren't you beautiful?' is a common greeting (to which Polly would reply with devastating honesty: 'I know'). This necessitated long speeches from me about the inconsequence of exterior beauty in comparison with the vital importance of interior beauty. The devastating logic of my speeches has now prompted Polly to offer the compromise response, 'I'm beautiful on the inside, too' (sometimes ungraciously adding: 'I have a brother called Bob who's beautiful as well — but he's only beautiful on the inside'). -(from Høstens Vemod)”

“Grandpa Sereno: "There is nothing as dangerous as fear, fear of people who are different than you. Fear is the REAL danger and we must start to put all our efforts into fighting THAT instead of each other. Fight fear not people!!! Let there be light!”

“Grandparents are often a favored target as are siblings. Siblings are often coerced into keeping the gamblers' secrets as well as giving the gamblers money. This can cause even more rifts in the family as the other children begin to lie to the parents to cover for their siblings. The gamblers, in the meantime, will continue to manipulate all these family members in order to achieve their goals of obtaining more money and time to gamble.”

“Grandparents are there to help the child get into mischief they haven't thought of yet.”

“Granje uto zapucketa; vatra zaigra žrtvenikim žovijalno, bogato, brzo djetinje, oštro, zlato joj osvijetli lovčeve crnpuraste ruke. Atra se uspravi, pogleda hrabro u kaos kanjona. “Što jest?” tada ću zapitati. Ne znam zašto; tek se dogodilo. “Sve što ima mogućnost ne biti. Ja mislim...”, govori Atra. “I prva je vatra zapaljena po zapovijedi, i prvi korak bio je sanjan. Dolazak, pokret i odlazak, oni su dijelom odluke što je starija.” “I ako se dovoljno dugo ustraje u njemu, oslobođenje kojem težimo, kao posljedica jedanput možda će i doći; trajno moljeno bit će ispunjeno...?” “Jer čak se i to događa, da struja moli, a zaboravila je zašto; traženje tako je postalo rutina. I ako li dođe do onog za čim toliko traga, ne oni što čekaju, nego putnik bi se mogao jedini iznenaditi. Opet: ne sjeća se zašto je pošao, ni kuda ide, ni tko ga dočekuje. Ali ovo su misli kojima si putovao ranije.” Premnogo... i prestvarno, sasvim bez kraja bespuća stijenja te vode u čistom prozircu uždena dana, u plesu vatre i zvuka i vode, provalijom kao platnom prolaze traci dima izgarajućeg drveta usijanog, zametima zažagrenog, lešina je nasmuđena i cvrči već i puši se, pucketa - masti sagorijevaju slijevajući se po drvetu. Ćuhta vjetar i veselo njiše se vrijes, pepeo, vrućina se diže na ljude pred granicom, preda mnom slika vrsnoće i smisla, punano zvuče odsutne riječi Atre: “Shvaćaš li...? Ljubav su vrata rastanka; to nije borba, kad se i ne odlazi nego prijateljski. Stvarnije odlazak na ono dalje, čišće, bolje, odavdje mi samo možeš pomoći da odem u novo. Na visinama, niskosti nema, slutiš li - još sada, slutiš li...?” “Nije li onda tako da se ipak i rastajemo...?”

“Granny bit her lip. She was never quite certain about children, thinking of them-when she thought about them at all-as coming somewhere between animals and people. She understood babies. You put milk in one end and kept the other as clean as possible. Adults were even easier, because they did the feeding and cleaning themselves. But in between was a world of experience that she had never really inquired about. As far as she was aware, you just tried to stop them catching anything fatal and hoped that it would all turn out all right.”

“Granny Ditto always referred to perfume as "smell good" and for me it's an essential. I have a sweetheart who's extremely allergic to most scents, so I have to be extra careful - as well as creative - in the smell department. The key, I've found, are essential oils, which come in all kinds of 100% natural scents.”

“Granny flats are misnamed. They were once intended for older relatives, so they can live near their adult children and grandchildren. Hence the appellation. Down in the lowlands of Boomertown, there are many such little residences. But they’re not for grannies. Instead, the buildings should be called ‘children and grandchildren emergency shelters’ because that’s what they’ve become. Whole families cram themselves into a few dozen square metres of space and meanwhile, the grandparents stay in the big main house, rattling around their many empty rooms like rubber balls in a vast squash court.”

“Granny Trill and Granny Wallon were traditional ancients of a kind we won’t see today, the last of that dignity of grandmothers to whom age was its own embellishment. The grandmothers of those days dressed for the part in that curious but endearing uniform which is now known to us only through music-hall. And our two old neighbours, when setting forth on errands, always prepared themselves scrupulously so. They wore high laced boots and long muslin dresses, beaded chokers and candlewick shawls, crowned by tall poke bonnets tied with trailing ribbons and smothered with inky sequins. They looked like starlings, flecked with jet, and they walked in a tinkle of darkness. Those severe and similar old bodies enthralled me when they dressed that way. When I finally became King (I used to think) I would command a parade of grandmas, and drill them, and march them up and down - rank upon rank of hobbling boots, nodding bonnets, flying shawls, and furious chewing faces. They would be gathered from all the towns and villages and brought to my palace in wagon-loads. No more than a monarch’s whim, of course, like eating cocoa or drinking jellies; but far more spectacular any day than those usual trudging guardsmen.”

“Granny Weatherwax had a primal snore. It had never been tamed. No one had ever had to sleep next to it, to curb its wilder excesses by means of a kick, a prod in the small of the back, or a pillow used as a bludgeon. It had had years in a lonely bedroom to perfect the knark, the graaah, and the gnoc, gnoc, gnoc unimpeded by the nudges, jabs, and occasional attempts at murder that usually moderate the snore impulse over time”

“Granny Weatherwax personally disliked young Pewsey. She disliked all small children, which is why she got on with them so well. In Pewsey's case, she felt that no one should be allowed to wander around in just a vest even if they were four years old. And the child had a permanently runny nose and ought to be provided with a handkerchief or, failing that, a cork. Nanny Ogg, on the other hand, was instant putty in the hands of any grandchild, even one as sticky as Pewsey "Want sweetie," growled Pewsey, in that curiously deep voice some young children have. "Just in a moment, my duck, I'm talking to the lady," Nanny Ogg fluted. "Want sweetie now." "Bugger off, my precious, Nana's busy right this minute." Pewsey pulled hard on Nanny Ogg's skirts. "Now sweetie now!" Granny Weatherwax leaned down until her impressive nose was about level with Pewsey's gushing one. "If you don't go away," she said gravely, "I will personally rip your head off and fill it with snakes." "There!" said Nanny Ogg. "There's lots of poor children in Klatch that'd be grateful for a curse like that." Pewsey's little face, after a second or two of uncertainty, split into a pumpkin grin. "Funny lady," he said.”

“Granny Weatherwax was often angry. She considered it one of her strong points. Genuine anger was one of the world's greatest creative forces. But you had to learn how to control it. That didn't mean you let it trickle away. it meant you dammed it, carefully, let it develop a working head, let it drown whole valleys of the mind and then, just when the whole structure was about to collapse, opened a tiny pipeline at the base and let the iron-hard stream of wrath power the turbines of revenge.”