There is a soak-the-rich attitude in the air, a feeling that if you have a lot of money you must have got it by some ghastly means. I can quite happily say there was never any family money. All the money we got was mine, just from writing books.

She was convinced that she was anorexic, because every time she looked in the mirror she did indeed see a fat person.

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

Are you a devious, plotting, unreliable madman? Ah, good, then you can be my most trusted advisor.

Humans! They lived in a world where the grass continued to be green and the sun rose every day and flowers regularly turned into fruit, and what impressed them? Weeping statues. And wine made out of water! A mere quantum-mechanistic tunnel effect, that'd happen anyway if you were prepared to wait zillions of years. As if the turning of sunlight into wine, by means of vines and grapes and time and enzymes, wasn't a thousand times more impressive and happened all the time.

Tourist, Rincewind decided, meant ‘idiot.

Why bother with a cunning plan when a simple one will do?