But in his experience it was only a matter of time before the normal balance of the universe restored itself and started doing the usual terrible things to him.

Anyway, if you stop tellin' people it's all sorted out afer they're dead, they might try sorting it all out while they're alive.

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

It's no wonder most religions are born in the desert, because when men lay beneath that boundless night sky and look up at the infinite expanse of creation they have an uncontrollable urge to put something in the way .

Ninety percent of most magic merely consists of knowing one extra fact.

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

When a man is tired of Ankh-Morpork, he is tired of ankle-deep slurry.