If complete and utter chaos was lightning, then he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards!

You're allowed to grant people into the darkness, but you must allow them to come out again.

Colon thought Carrot was simple. Carrot often struck people as simple. And he was. Where people went wrong was thinking that simple meant the same thing as stupid.

And all those exclamation marks, you notice? Five? A sure sign of someone who wears his underpants on his head.

You were the kind of kid who couldn't see the difference between throwing rocks at a cat and setting it on fire.

The conversation of human beings seldom interested him, but it crossed his mind that the males and females always got along best when neither actually listened fully to what the other one was saying.

A bad hunter chases. A good hunter waits.