Nanny Ogg Quotes

“Don't do anything I wouldn't do, if you ever find anything I wouldn't do.”
― Terry Pratchett, Carpe Jugulum

“I did start out in witchcraft to get boys, to tell you the truth.'
'Think I don't know that?'
'What did you start out to get, Esme?'
Granny stopped, and looked up at the frosty sky and then down at the ground.
'Dunno,' she said at last.'Even, I suppose.”
― Terry Pratchett, A Blink of the Screen: Collected Shorter Fiction

“When you break rules, break 'em good and hard.”
― Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies

“Nanny Ogg usually went to bed early. After all, she was an old lady. Sometimes she went to bed as early as 6 a.m.”
― Terry Pratchett, Maskerade

“To Tiffany's surprise, Nanny Ogg was weeping gently. Nanny took another swig from her flagon and wiped her eyes. 'Cryin' helps sometimes,' she said. 'No shame in tears for them as you've loved. Sometimes I remember one of my husbands and shed a tear or two. The memories're there to be treasured, and it's no good to get morbid-like about it.”
― Terry Pratchett

“...she was definitely feeling several twinkles short of a glitter...”
― Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad

“I wouldn't say I'm the best," she said, "but I can't think of anyone better, I have to say.”
― Terry Pratchett, Thief of Time

“Nanny Ogg gave this the same consideration as would a nuclear physicist who'd just been told that someone was banging two bits of sub-critical uranium together to keep warm.”
― Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies

“Bugger off sweetheart Nanny's busy”
― Terry Pratchett

“Nanny Ogg was sitting in a chair by the fire with a quart mug in one hand, and was conducting
the reprise with a cigar. She grinned when she saw Granny’s face.
“What ho, my old boiler,” she screeched above the din. “See you turned up, then. Have a
drink. Have two. Wotcher, Magrat. Pull up a chair and call the cat a bastard.”
― Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters

“When Geoffrey was away, the goat often took himself off. He had soon got the goats at Granny’s cottage doing his bidding, and Nanny Ogg said once that she had seen what she called ‘that devil goat’ sitting in the middle of a circle of feral goats up in the hills. She named him ‘The Mince of Darkness’ because of his small and twinkling hooves, and added, ‘Not that I don’t like him, stinky as he is. I’ve always been one for the horns, as you might say. Goats is clever. Sheep ain’t. No offence, my dear.”
― Terry Pratchett, The Shepherd's Crown

“Granny Weatherwax personally disliked young Pewsey. She disliked all small children, which is why she got on with them so well. In Pewsey's case, she felt that no one should be allowed to wander around in just a vest even if they were four years old. And the child had a permanently runny nose and ought to be provided with a handkerchief or, failing that, a cork.

Nanny Ogg, on the other hand, was instant putty in the hands of any grandchild, even one as sticky as Pewsey

"Want sweetie," growled Pewsey, in that curiously deep voice some young children have.
"Just in a moment, my duck, I'm talking to the lady," Nanny Ogg fluted.
"Want sweetie now."
"Bugger off, my precious, Nana's busy right this minute."

Pewsey pulled hard on Nanny Ogg's skirts.
"Now sweetie now!"

Granny Weatherwax leaned down until her impressive nose was about level with Pewsey's gushing one.
"If you don't go away," she said gravely, "I will personally rip your head off and fill it with snakes."
"There!" said Nanny Ogg. "There's lots of poor children in Klatch that'd be grateful for a curse like that."

Pewsey's little face, after a second or two of uncertainty, split into a pumpkin grin.
"Funny lady," he said.”
― Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies

“They ask me things like: what is the right way to address a duke? An’ once again I have to point out that it is a matter of fine details, such as, if there’s a gate needs holdin’ open and it looks like half a dollar might be forthcoming, it’s ‘G’day, your graciousness,’ whereas if you’ve just set fire to his ancestral piles and the mob is breakin’ the windows it is more suitable to address him as ‘you bloated lying blutocat!’ It is all a matter of finesse”
― Terry Pratchett

“Magrat, folluğa yerleşen iki tavuk gibi kıç tarafta rahat etmeye çalışan iki yaşlı cadıya baktı.

"Kürek çekmeyi biliyor musunuz?" dedi.

"Bilmemiz gerekmiyor," dedi Nine.

Magrat kasvetle başını salladı. Sonra çok minik bir iddialılık kırıntısı, kendisini bir an gösterdi.

"Ben de bildiğimi sanmıyorum," diye denedi.

"Sorun değil," dedi Ogg Ana hemen. "Yanlış yaptığını görürsek söyleriz. Bay bay, kral hazretleri."

Magrat pes etti. İçini çekti ve kürekleri aldı.

"Yassı tarafı suya girecek," dedi Nine yardımseverlikle.”
― Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad