Steal five dollars and you're a common thief. Steal thousands and you're either the government or a hero.

It was said that life was cheap in Ankh-Morpork. This was of course, completely wrong. Life was often very expensive; you could get death for free.

They may have been ugly. They may have been evil. But when it came to poetry in motion, the Things had all the grace and coordination of a deck-chair.

You can't trample infidels when you're a tortoise. I mean, all you could do is give them a meaningful look.

Thats how we survive infinity - we kill it by breaking it up into small bits.

Just because someone's a member of an ethnic minority doesn't mean they're not a nasty small-minded little jerk [...]

We're on a mission from Glod.