Maskerade:
Overview
'Now what?' it said.
IT'S UP TO YOU. IT'S ALWAYS UP TO YOU.
[p. 75, a swan which has just been coerced into singing]
| Ahahahahaha! Ahahahaha! Aahahaha! | |
| BEWARE!!!!! | |
| Yrs sincerely | |
| The Opera Ghost |
FOUR QUEENS. HMM. THAT IS VERY HIGH.
Death looked down at his cards, and then up into Granny's steady, blue-eyed gaze.
Neither moved for some time.
Then Death laid the hand on the table.
I LOSE, he said. ALL I HAVE IS FOUR ONES.
[p. 101. And one is an ace]
It was where the city kept all those things it occasionally needed but was uneasy about, like the Watch-house, the theatres, the prison and the publishers. It was the place for all those things which might go off bang in unexpected ways.
[p. 142]
Looking into Granny's eyes was like looking into a mirror. What you saw looking back at you was yourself, and there was no hiding place.
[p. 179]
...he'd moved like music, like someone dancing to a rhythm inside his head. And his face for a moment in the moonlight was the skull of an angel...
[p. 189]
'It's still a lie. Like the lie about masks.'
'What lie about masks?'
'The way people say they hide faces.'
'They do hide faces,' said Nanny Ogg.
'Only the one on the outside.'
[p. 223, Esme and Gytha]
'What's the first thing you'd take out of a burning house?'
'I reckon I'd take Greebo. 'Cos that shows I've got a warm and considerate nature.' - Gytha "Nanny" Ogg, a witch
'What would you like me to take, madam?' - Mr Salzella, a... no, I won't!
'The fire.' - Walter Plinge
'Who set fire to it?' - an undercover policeman
[pages 81, 229, 304 and 330, respectively]
'It's easy to hold everything in common when no one's got anything.'
[p. 239, Gytha Ogg]
'But you ain't part of it, are you?' said Granny conversationally. 'You try, but you always find yourself watchin' yourself watchin' people, eh? Never quite believin' anything? Thinkin' the wrong thoughts?'
[p. 314]
People who would not believe a High Priest if he said the sky was blue, and was able to produce signed affidavits to this effect from his white-haired old mother and three Vestal virgins, would trust just about anything whispered darkly behind their hand by a complete stranger.
[p. 341]
'There's a kind of magic in masks. Masks conceal one face, but reveal another. The one that only comes out in darkness. I bet you could do just what you liked, behind a mask...?'
[p. 353, Esme Weatherwax to the murderer]
'Oh, them as makes the endings don't get them,' said Granny.
[p. 367]