They looked at one another in incomprehension, two minds driving opposite ways up a narrow street and waiting for the other man to reverse first.

Questions don't have to make sense, Vincent," said Miss Susan. "But answers do.

What're quantum mechanics?" "I don't know. People who repair quantums, I suppose.

"Multiple exclamation marks," he went on, shaking his head, "are a sure sign of a diseased mind."

Using a metaphor in front of a man as unimaginative as Ridcully was like a red flag to a bu... was like putting something very annoying in front of someone who was annoyed by it.

You have reached the end of cake

But…but you can’t treat religion as a sort of buffet, can you? I mean, you can’t say yes please, I’ll have some of the Celestial Paradise and a helping of the Divine Plan but go easy on the kneeling and none of the Prohibition of Images, they give me wind. Its table d´hôte or nothing, otherwise…well, it would be silly.