#wit

You will find her manners beyond anything I can describe; and your wit and vivacity, I think, must be acceptable to her, especially when tempered with the silence and respect which her rank will inevitably excite. ↗

— Jane Austen

#respect

My mum translated this in her head to "witchfinder," which was good because like most West Africans, she considered witchfinding a more respectable profession than policeman. ↗

— Ben Aaronovitch

#west-african #witches #respect

فى العالم الثالث يمتلك الحاكم حكمة لقمان ويمتلك رجل الأعمال مال قارون ويمتلك الشعب صبر أيوب ↗

— جلال عامر

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Well in those parts (upcountry India) they have were-tigers, or think they have, and I must say that in this case, so far as sworn and uncontested evidence went, they had every ground for thinking so. However, as we gave up witchcraft prosecutions about three hundred years ago, we don’t like to have other people keeping on our discarded practices; it doesn’t seem respectful to our mental and moral position. ↗

— Saki

#superstitions #witchcraft #respect

Here in Britain, of course, it's Thank Fuck We Got Those Weird Jesus Bastards On The Boat Day ↗

— Warren Ellis

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To be the child of a conficted or reputed witch was inherently dangerous; in one pathetic case in Lorraine a young couple were both accused, and it emerged that they had decided to marry after attending an execution at the stake of their respective parents, 'so that they would have nothing to reproach one another with. ↗

— Robin Briggs

#tragedy #witch-hunts #respect

Fuck the weather forecasters and their predictions. With magic, he’d just turned their Doppler radar upside down. Sapphire Phelan (Being Familiar With a Witch) ↗

— Sapphire Phelan

#ebook #paranormal #romantic #sapphire-phelan #urban-fantasy

If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers. ↗

— Thomas Pynchon

#paranoia #proverbs #questions #wit #wrong

But then she often felt like this lately. The world seemed full of transparent frauds that only she could see through. She was forever shouting from the hustings of honesty, though if any honesty were directed at her she ran from it horrified. And she knew it, laughed at herself for it, wretchedly. She was all to pieces. ↗

— Jude Morgan

#romantic

I had such plans for this evening. The pursuit of blind drunkenness and wayward women was my goal. But alas, it was not to be. No sooner had I consumed my third drink in the Devil than I was accosted by a delightful small flower selling child who asked me for twopence for a daisy. The price seemed steep, so I refused. When I told the girl as much, she proceeded to rob me.” “A little girl robbed you?” Tessa said. “Actually, she wasn’t a little girl at all, as it turns out, but a midget in a dress with a penchant for violence, who goes by the name of Six-Fingered Nigel. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will #wit #goals