All tapes left in a car for more than about a fortnight metamorphose into Best of Queen albums.

I can see we're going to get along like a house on fire," said Miss Tick. "There may be no survivors.

It was octarine, the colour of magic. It was alive and glowing and vibrant and it was the undisputed pigment of the imagination, because wherever it appeared it was a sign that mere matter was a servant of the powers of the magical mind. It was enchantment itself. But Rincewind always thought it looked a sort of greenish-purple.

The people who really run organizations are usually found several levels down, where it is still possible to get things done.

escapism isn't good or bad in itself. what is important is what you are escaping from and where you are escaping to.

There isn't a way things should be. There's just what happens, and what we do.

Drinks like this tend to get called Traffic Lights or Rainbow's Revenge or, in places where truth is more highly valued, Hello and Good-Bye, Mr. Brain Cell.