These people were not only cheering, they were throwing flowers and hats. The hats were made of stone, but the thought was there.

Most species do their own evolving, making it up as they go along, which is the way Nature intended.

History tends to change people who think they're changing it.

Granny Weatherwax was not lost. She wasn't the kind of person who ever became lost. It was just that, at the moment, while she knew exactly where SHE was, she didn't know the position of anywhere else.

[...] the awesome splendor of the universe is much easier to deal with if you think of it as a series of small chunks.

Sometimes the truth is arrived at by adding all the little lies together and deducting them from the totality of what is known.

Genius is always allowed some leeway, once the hammer has been pried from its hands and the blood has been cleaned up.