It is possibly worth mentioning at this point that Mr. Young thought that paparazzi was a kind of Italian linoleum.

You can't trample infidels when you're a tortoise. I mean, all you could do is give them a meaningful look.

Are you a philosopher? Where's your sponge?

Lord Vetinari lifted an eyebrow with the care of one who, having found a piece of caterpillar in his salad, raises the rest of the lettuce.

Behind him the Master of Ceremonies cleared his throat. His eyes took on a distant, glazed look.The Stealer of Souls, he said in the faraway voice of one whose ears aren't hearing what his mouth is saying, Defeater of Empires, Swallower of Oceans, Thief of Years, The Ultimate Reality, Harvester of Mankind, the-ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT. I CAN SEE MYSELF IN.

People needed to believe in gods, if only because it was so hard to believe in people.

The intelligence of the creature known as a crowd, is the square root of the number of people in it.