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Mine!

The Wee Free Men, Terry Pratchett

"All witches are selfish, the Queen had said. But Tiffany’s Third Thoughts said: Then turn selfishness into a weapon! Make all things yours! Make other lives and dreams and hopes yours! Protect them! Save them! Bring them into the sheepfold! Walk the gale for them! Keep away the wolf! My dreams! My brother! My family! My land! My world! How dare you try to take these things, because they are mine!"

You never knew your luck

Lord and Ladies, Terry Pratchett

Nanny Ogg looked under her bed in case there was a man there. Well, you never knew your luck.

On a million bridges the girl chose

Lords and Ladies, Terry Pratchett

'Esme!'
Circle time was ending. Besides, she knew now why her mind had felt so unraveled, and that was a help. She couldn't hear the ghostly thoughts of all other Esme Weatherwaxes any more.
Perhaps some lived in a world ruled by elves. Or had died long age. Or were living what they thought were happy lives. Granny Weatherwax seldom wished for anything, because wishing was soppy, but she felt a tiny regret that she'd never be able to meet them.
Perhaps some were going to die, now, here on this path. Everything you did meant that a million copies of you did something else. Some were going to die. She'd sensed their future deaths... the deaths of Esme Weatherwax. And couldn't save them, because chance did not work like that.
On million hillsides the girl ran, on a million bridges the girl chose, on a million paths the woman stood...
All different, all one.
All she could do for all of them was be herself, here and now, as hard as she could.

Inside the mirror

Witches Abroad, Terry Pratchett

Lily Weatherwax looked out at the multi-layered, silvery world.
'Where am I?'
INSIDE THE MIRROR.
'Am I dead?'
THE ANSWER TO THAT, said Death, is SOMEWHERE BETWEEN NO AND YES.
Lily turned, and a billion figures turned with her.
'When can I get out?'
WHEN YOU FIND THE ONE THAT'S REAL.
Lily Weatherwax ran on through the endless reflections.

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Granny Weatherwax looked out at the multi-layered, silvery world.
'Where am I?'
INSIDE THE MIRROR.
'Am I dead?'
THE ANSWER TO THAT, said Death, is SOMEWHERE BETWEEN NO AND YES.
Esme turned, and a billion figures turned with her.
'When can I get out?'
WHEN YOU FIND THE ONE THAT'S REAL.
'Is this a trick question?'
NO.
Granny looked down at herself.
'This one,' she said.

And stories just want happy endings. They don't give a damn who they're for.

Greebo

Wyrd Sisters, Terry Pratchett

Nanny Ogg was also out early. She hadn't been able to get any sleep anyway, and besides, she was worried about Greebo. Greebo was one of her few blind spots. While intellectually she would concede that he was indeed a fat, cunning, evil-smelling multiple rapist, she nevertheless instinctively pictured him as small fluffy kitten he had been decades before. The fact that he had once chased a female wolf up a tree and seriously surprised a she-bear who had been innocently digging for roots didn't stop her worrying that something bad might happen to him. It was generally considered by everyone else in the kingdom that the only thing that might slow Greebo down was a direct meteorite strike.