Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch

They were born into a world that was against them in a thousand little ways, and then devoted most of their energies to making it worse.

beginning to glimpse why almost the entire drive of human history has been an attempt to get as far away from Nature as possible,

She read about New Women. She hadn’t ever realized that she’d been an Old Woman, but after some thought she decided that titles like that were all one with the romance and the knitting and the orgasms, and the really important thing to be was yourself, just as hard as you could.

early in her new career as Herself

the whole point was that the Devil hardly ever made anyone do anything. He didn’t have to. That was what some humans found hard to understand. Hell wasn’t a major reservoir of evil, any more than Heaven, in Crowley’s opinion, was a fountain of goodness; they were just sides in the great cosmic chess game. Where you found the real McCoy, the real gr

was the sort of sensible arrangement that many isolated agents, working in awkward conditions a long way from their superiors, reach with their opposite number when they realize that they have more in common with their immediate opponents than their remote allies.

“Yeah. But my people are only in favor of disobedience in general terms. It’s specific disobedience they come down on heavily.” “Such as disobedience to themselves?”

“You see, evil always contains the seeds of its own destruction,” said the angel. “It is ultimately negative, and therefore encompasses its downfall even at its moments of apparent triumph. No matter how grandiose, how well-planned, how apparently foolproof an evil plan, the inherent sinfulness will by definition rebound upon its instigators. No ma

“Listen—” “Heaven has no taste.” “Now—” “And not one single sushi restaurant.” A look of pain crossed the angel’s suddenly very serious face.