He'd been an angel once. He hadn't meant to Fall. He'd just hung around with the wrong people.

There's no such thing as writer's block. That was invented by people in California who couldn't write.

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.

She got on with her education. In her opinion, school kept on trying to interfere with it.

A world like that, which exists only because the gods enjoy a joke, must be a place where magic can survive. And sex too, of course.

I know that I am a small, weak man, but I have amassed a large library; I dream of dangerous places.

He talks pretty big for a gutter wizard," he muttered. "You don't understand at all," said the wizard wearily. "I'm so scared of you my spine has turned to jelly, it's just that I'm suffering from an overdose of terror right now. I mean, when I've got over that then I'll have time to be decently frightened of you.