I can't stand any music that requires its singers to be so dumb they wear their baseball caps backwards.

Learnin’ how not to do things is as hard as learning how to do them.

So much universe, and so little time.

Whut's the plan, Rob?" said one of them. "Okay, lads, this is what we'll do. As soon as we see somethin', we'll attack it. Right?" This caused a cheer. "Ach, 'tis a good plan," said Daft Wullie.

The figures looked more or less human. And they were engaged in religion. You could tell by the knives (it's not murder if you do it for a god).

Granny Weatherwax, who had walked nightly without fear in the bandit-haunted forests of the mountains all her life in the certain knowledge that the darkness held nothing more terrible than she was.

One day I'll work out what it is you are saying, my lad, and then you'll be in trouble.