You get a wonderful view from the point of no return.

I have to write because if I don't get something down then after a while I feel it's going to bang the side of my head off.

Of course, like all the informal inhabitants of the University the roaches were a little unusual, but there was something particularly unpleasant about the sound of billions of very small feet hitting the stones in perfect time. Rincewind stepped gingerly over the marching column. The Librarian jumped it. The Luggage, of course, followed them with a noise like someone tapdancing over a bag of crisps.

Most armies are in fact run by their sergeants - the officers are there just to give things a bit of tone and prevent warfare becoming a mere lower-class brawl.

It was nice to hear the voices of little children at play, provided you took care to be far enough away not to hear what they were actually saying.

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

And the new day was a great big fish.