Most horses don't walk backwards voluntarily, because what they can't see doesn't exist.

There are no inconsistencies in the Discworld books; ocassionally, however, there are alternate pasts.

Scientists have calculated that the chances of something so patently absurd actually existing are millions to one. But magicians have calculated that million-to-one chances crop up nine times out of ten.

That was always the dream, wasn't it? 'I wish I'd known then what I know now'? But when you got older you found out that you NOW wasn't YOU then. You then was a twerp. You then was what you had to be to start out on the rocky road of becoming you now, and one of the rocky patches on that road was being a twerp.

Moist was sure doctors keep skeletons around to cow patients. Nyer, nyer, we know what you look underneath.

The baby boomers are getting older, and will stay older for longer. And they will run right into the dementia firing range. How will a society cope? Especially a society that can't so readily rely on those stable family relationships that traditionally provided the backbone of care?

Granny Weatherwax was not a good loser. From her point of view, losing was something that happened to other people.