Wyrd Sisters (Discworld 6) by Terry Pratchett

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Terry's Pratchett's profoundly irrelevetn novels, are consistent number one bestsellers in England, where they have catapulted him into the highest echelons of parody next to Mark Twain, Kurt Vonnegut, Douglas Adams, and Carl Hiaasen. Meet Granny Weatherwx, the most highly regarded non-leader... read more

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“The duchess sat beside him, her chin on her hand, watching the Fool intently. This bothered him. "It seems that words are extremely powerful," she said. "Indeed, lady." "You must have made a lengthy study." The Fool nodded. The power of words had sustained him through the hell of the Guild. Wizards and witches used words as if they were tools to get things done, but the Fool reckoned that words were things in their own right. "Words can change the world," he said.”
“Only in our dreams are we free. The rest of the time we need wages.”
“"I'll miss you laddie. I don't mind telling you. You've been like a son to me. How old are you, exactly? I never did know." "A hundred and two." Vitoller nodded gloomily. He was sixty, and his arthritis was playing him up. "You've been like a father to me, then," he said. "It evens out in the end," said Hwel diffidently. "Half the height, twice the age."”
“"Aye. You don't want him to go, do you?" "I was all for it at first. You know. Then I thought, there's destiny afoot. Just when things are going well, there's always bloody destiny. I mean, that's where he came from. Somewhere up in the mountains. Now fate is calling him back. I shan't see him again."”
“"You know he's not my flesh and blood." "He's your son, though," said Hwel. "This hereditary business isn't all it's cracked up to be." "It's fine of you to say that." "I mean it. Look at me. I wasn't supposed to be writing plays. Dwarfs aren't even supposed to be able to read. I shouldn't worry too much about destiny, if I was you. I was destined to be a miner. Destiny gets it wrong half the time.".... Hwel shrugged. Destiny was funny stuff, he knew. You couldn't trust it. Often you couldn't even see it. Just when you knew you had it cornered, it turned out to be something else--coincidence, maybe, or providence.”
“Granny turned slowly in her seat to look at the audience. They were staring at the performance, their faces rapt. The words washed over them in the breathless air. This was real. This was more real even than reality. This was history. It might not be true, but that had nothing to do with it. Granny had never had much time for words. They were so insubstantial. Now she wished that she had found the time. Words were indeed insubstantial. They were as soft as water, but they were also as powerful as water and now they were rushing over the audience, eroding the levees of veracity, and carrying away the past...."Words," said Granny, half to herself. "That's all that's left. Words." The words won't be forgotten, thought Granny. They've got a power to them. They're damn good words, as words go.”