I don't really plan. I'm almost intuitive about things.

The rising sun managed to peek around the vast column of smoke that forever rose from Ankh-Morpork, City of Cities, illustrating almost up to the edge of space that smoke means progress or, at least, people setting fire to things.

Nothing but dust and fundamentalists.

My name is immaterial,' she said. That's a pretty name,' said Rincewind.

Cats will amusingly tolerate humans only until someone comes up with a tin opener that can be operated with a paw.

But, in truth, it had not exactly been gold, or even the promise of gold, but more like the fantasy of gold, the fairy dream that the gold is there, at the end of the rainbow, and will continue to be there forever - provided, naturally, that you don't go and look. This is known as finance.

TV people in the UK... I'm getting on a lot better with them.