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

I’m a witch. It’s what we do. When it’s nobody else’s business, it’s my business.

Some of them wanted to sell me snake oil and I'm not necessarily going to dismiss all of these, as I have never found a rusty snake.

The Tezuman priests have a sophisticated calendar and an advanced horology," quoted Rincewind. "Ah," said Eric, "Good." "No," said Rincewind patiently. "It means time measurement." "Oh.

The people of Ankh-Morpork had a straightforward, no-nonsense approach to entertainment, and while they were looking forward to seeing a dragon slain, they'd be happy to settle instead for seeing someone being baked alive in his own armour. You didn't get the chance every day to see someone baked alive in their own armour. It would be something for the children to remember.

Words are the litmus paper of the mind.

I'll be more enthusiastic about encouraging thinking outside the box when there's evidence of any thinking going on inside it.