And what had he wanted? He'd never sat down to think about it. But mostly, he wanted yesterday to be different from today.

And we don't often get any wading birds in the River Ankh, mainly because the pollution would eat their legs away and anyway, it's easier for them to walk on the surface.

Personal’s not the same as important. People just think it is.

Seeing, contrary to popular wisdom, isn't believing. It's where belief stops, because it isn't needed any more.

Your whole life passes in front of your eyes before you die. This is called living.

Lessee...he'd gone off after the funeral and gotten drunk. No, not drunk, another word, ended with "er." Drunker. that was it.

The landscape was snow and green ice on broken mountains. These weren't old mountains, worn down by time and weather and full of gentle ski slopes, but young, sulky, adolescent mountains. They held secret ravines and merciless crevices. One yodel out of place would attract, not the jolly echo of a lonely goatherd, but fifty tons of express-delivery snow.