“Avoid fried meats which angry up the blood.If your stomach disputes you, lie down and pacify it with cool thoughts.Keep the juices flowing by jangling around gently as you move.Go very lightly on vices such as carrying on in society. The social ramble ain’t restful.Avoid running at all times.Don’t look back. Something may be gaining on you.”
“Don't look back, something may be gaining on you.”
“You stare down your opponent, lights twinkle, but you don’t blink. This is all you and that’s all him, and it ain’t all that much. An instant later you wake up in a hospital. Your anus hurts. Long live sports.”
“Don't be polite.Bite in.Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that may run down your chin. It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are. You do not need a knife or fork or spoon.For there is no coreor stemor rindor pitor seedor skinto throw away.”
“Mistress Weatherwax, you are a natural disputant.” “No I ain’t!”
“When you are right, everything around you is right, for the beautiful flow that is inside your heart has the capacity to spread its fragrance of oneness-light all around you.”