You can't find a hermit to teach you herming, because of course that rather spoils the whole thing.

The city's full of people who you just see around.

Rincewind tried to force the memory out of his mind, but it was rather enjoying itself there, terrorizing the other occupants and kicking over the furniture.

That's the Ankh-Morpork instinct, Vimes thought. Run away, and then stop and see if anything interesting is going to happen to other people.

But in his experience it was only a matter of time before the normal balance of the universe restored itself and started doing the usual terrible things to him.

I would rather stare at the wall for half an hour than watch an episode of any of the 53,801 Australian soap operas now cluttering up UK TV.

Shoes, men, coffins; never accept the first one you see.