People who used magic without knowing what they were doing usually came to a sticky end. All over the entire room, sometimes.

"There's a door," he whispered. "Where does it go?" "It stays where it is, I think," said Rincewind.

I must confess the activities of the UK governments for the past couple of years have been watched with frank admiration and amazement by Lord Vetinari. Outright theft as a policy had never occurred to him.

Knowing how bad you could be is a great encouragement to being good.

Death was standing behind a lectern, poring over a map. He looked at Mort as if he wasn’t entirely there. You haven't heard of the bayof mante, have you? He said. “No, sir,” said Mort. Famous shipwreck there. “Was there?” there will be, said Death, if I can find the damn place.

He sighed. It had come to this. He was a responsible authority, and people could use terms like "core values" at him with impunity.

Are you a philosopher? Where's your sponge?