I see evil when I look in my shaving mirror. It is, philosophically, present everywhere in the universe in order, apparently, to highlight the existence of good. I think there is more to this theory, but I tend to burst out laughing at this point.

I thought jet planes were just trucks with more wings and less wheels.

A number of religions in Ankh-Morpork still practiced human sacrifice, except that they didn't really need to practice any more because they had got so good at it.

If Not You, Who Else?

We are here and it is now. The way I see it is, after that, everything tends towards guesswork.

We have been so successful in the past century at the art of living longer and staying alive that we have forgotten how to die. Too often we learn the hard way. As soon as the baby boomers pass pensionable age, their lesson will be harsher still.

Rincewind could scream for mercy in nineteen languages, and just scream in another forty-four.