“That's the way it ends. The thin edge of the wedge.”

“The Thin ManI indulge myselfIn rich refusals.Nothing suffices.I hone myself toThis edge. Asleep, IAm a horizon.”

“In the end, the world always wins. That's just the way of things.”

“And what do you really do?" asked Tiffany. The thin witch hesitated for a moment, and then: "We look to ... the edges," said Mistress Weatherwax. "There's a lot of edges, more than people know. Between life and death, this world and the next, night and day, right and wrong ... an' they need watchin'. We watch 'em, we guard the sum of things. And we never ask for any reward. That's important.”

“Under the thinning fog the surf curled and creamed, almost without sound, like a thought trying to form inself on the edge of consciousness.”

“She didn't just barge into my life. She barged and shoved and wedged her way into my life.”