IT'S THE EXPRESSION ON THEIR LITTLE FACES I LIKE, said the Hogfather. "You mean sort of fear and awe and not knowing whether to laugh or cry or wet their pants?" YES. NOW THAT IS WHAT I CALL BELIEF.

Little crimes breed big crimes. You smile at little crimes and then big crimes blow your head off.

This was the definition of eternity; it was the space of time devised by the Great God Om to ensure that everyone got the punishment that was due to them.

Knowing how bad you could be is a great encouragement to being good.

Just to keep bad dreams at bay, she took a swig out of a bottle that smelled of apples and happy brain-death.

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 jurisdiction of a good man extends to the end of the world.