“I loved Granny Belmonte, but she didn't need a costume to look undead.”
“She didn't get along with people, and she definitely did not get along with the undead.”
“I still loved Granny. It flowed out of my chest. With Granny gone, where would my love go?”
“Granny Weatherwax was not lost. She wasn't the kind of person who ever became lost. It was just that, at the moment, while she knew exactly where SHE was, she didn't know the position of anywhere else.”
“She looked different. Oh yes, that was it - I didn't love her anymore. People do look different when you fall out of love with them.”
“she thought I could find a way to save her soul when she died and became an undead. Right now, I was just looking to find the rent money. I’d get to my roommate’s soul later.”