For the first time in her life Granny wondered whether there might be something important in all these books people were setting store by these days, although she was opposed to books on strict moral grounds, since she had heard that many of them were written by dead people and therefore it stood to reason reading them would be as bad as necromancy. Among the many things in the infinitely varied universe with which Granny did not hold was talking to dead people, who by all accounts had enough troubles of their own.

I've always felt that what I have going for me is not my imagination, because everyone has an imagination. What I have is a relentlessly controlled imagination. What looks like wild invention is actually quite carefully calculated.

On the Disc the gods dealt severely with atheists.

Mr. Tulip lived his life on that thin line most people occupy just before they haul off and hit someone repeatedly with a wrench.

My character - and for that matter my worst habits - could only be described by someone else. You can't open a box with the crowbar inside it.

Voodoo is a very interesting religion for the whole family, even those members of it who are dead.

Divide by cucumber error. Please reinstall universe and reboot.