Rings try to find their way back to their owner. Someone ought to write a book about it.

I don't regret it, you know. I would do it all again. Children are our hope for the future." THERE IS NO HOPE FOR THE FUTURE, said Death. "What does it contain, then?" ME.

There are no inconsistencies in the Discworld books; ocassionally, however, there are alternate pasts.

Rincewind could scream for mercy in nineteen languages, and just scream in another forty-four.

Any fool could be a witch with a runic knife, but it took skill to be one with an apple corer.

I think perhaps the most important problem is that we are trying to understand the fundamental workings of the universe via a language devised for telling one another when the best fruit is.

Maybe the only significant difference between a really smart simulation and a human being was the noise they made when you punched them.