Ankh-Morpork! Pearl of cities! This is not a completely accurate description, of course — it was not round and shiny — but even its worst enemies would agree that if you had to liken Ankh-Morpork to anything, then it might as well be a piece of rubbish covered with the diseased secretions of a dying mollusc.

I just rearrange words into a pleasing order for money.

I reckon responsible behavior is something to get when you grow older. Like varicose veins.

If there's one thing that really annoys a god, it's not knowing something.

No one thinks that young adults read hooks for YOUNG ADULTS, books for young adults are read by kids.

Who'd want a pony when you could have the whole universe? It was far more interesting and you didn't have to muck it out once a week.

Evil begins when you begin to treat people as things.