I hate cats." Death's face became a little stiffer, if that were possible. The blue glow in his eye sockets flickered red for an instant. "I SEE," he said. The tone suggested that death was too good for cat haters.

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

When in doubt, choose to live.

As a species, we are forever sticking our finger into the electric socket of the universe to see what will happen next.

Real stupidity beats artificial intelligence every time.

There's one thing you can say for air pollution, you get utterly amazing sunrises.

He found that he had this sudden desperate longing for the fuming, smoky streets of Ankh-Morpork, which was always at its best in the spring, when the gummy sheen on the turbid waters of the Ankh River had a special iridescence and the eaves were full of birdsong, or at least birds coughing rhythmically