A Hat Full Of Sky

“Well, the thing about the obvious,” said Miss Level, “is that it so often isn’t. . . .

Things that try too hard to be funny often aren’t.

She was actually quite surprised she’d promised that, since she hadn’t intended to, it strictly speaking being her afternoon free until the coach came, but Miss Tick had a way of asking questions that got the answers she wanted.

Miss Tick also asked for a fresh egg, not cooked, in its shell. Witches were also good at asking questions that weren’t followed by the other person saying, “Why?”

Miss Tick?” said Tiffany again as they trudged away.

“Er, yes?”

“You are very nervous,” said Tiffany. “If you told me why, that means there’s two of us, which is only half the nervousness each.”

She was actually quite surprised she’d promised that, since she hadn’t intended to, it strictly speaking being her afternoon free until the coach came, but Miss Tick had a way of asking questions that got the answers she wanted.

Miss Tick also asked for a fresh egg, not cooked, in its shell. Witches were also good at asking questions that weren’t followed by the other person saying, “Why?”

Joy is to fun what the deep sea is to a puddle. It’s a feeling inside that can hardly be contained

Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving

Why do you go away? So that you can come back

When I’m old, I shall wear midnight, she’d decided. But for now she’d had enough of darkness

How clever of humans to have learned how to close their minds. Was there anything so amazing in the universe as boredom?