It wasn't that Nanny Ogg sang badly. It was just that she could hit notes which, when amplified by a tin bath half full of water, ceased to be sound and became some sort of invasive presence.

For an author, the nice characters aren't much fun. What you want are the screwed up characters. You know, the characters that are constantly wondering if what they are doing is the right thing, characters that are not only screwed up but are self-tapping screws. They're doing it for themselves.

I was just a kid then. But I won't forget. Nor will others. There's lots of people with reason to hate the Church.

Maybe the only significant difference between a really smart simulation and a human being was the noise they made when you punched them.

Yes, but people have got to believe that, or what's the point MY POINT EXACTLY.

If words had weight, a single sentence from Death would have anchored a ship.

Go on, prove me wrong. Destroy the fabric of the universe. See if I care.