No, what he didn't like about heroes was that they were usually suicidally gloomy when sober and homicidally insane when drunk.

Everything makes sense a bit at a time. But when you try to think of it all at once, it comes out wrong.

Matter exploded into being, apparently as chaos, but in fact as a chord. The ultimate power chord.

You'll see! We're going to the palace. Fetch Angua. We might need her. And bring the search warrant. You mean the sledgehammer, sir? Yes.

The IQ of a mob is the IQ of its dumbest member divided by the number of mobsters.

Haven't you got any romance in your soul?" said Magrat plaintively. "No," said Granny. "I ain't. And stars don't care what you wish, and magic don't make things better, and no one doesn't get burned who sticks their hand in a fire. If you want to amount to anything as a witch, Magrat Garlick, you got to learn three things. What's real, what's not real, and what's the difference.

I try to make computers say things like You have 60 seconds to achieve safe distance.