Sooner or later we're all someone's dog.

Opera happens because a large number of things amazingly fail to go wrong.

And it came to pass that in time the Great God Om spake unto Brutha, the Chosen One: "Psst!

I can't be talking to a tree. If I was talking to a tree I'd be mad, and I'm not mad, so trees can't talk.

A good plan isn't one where someone wins, it's where nobody thinks they've lost.

You see the lighted windows and what you want to think is that there may be many interesting stories behind them, but what you know is that really there are just dull, dull souls, mere consumers of food, who think their instincts are emotions and their tiny lives of more account than a whisper of wind.

If there were such a thing as an inter-city thieving contest, Ankh-Morpork would bring home the trophy and probably everyone’s wallets.