The short conversation that follows eventually led to a tree religion. Its tenet of faith was this: a tree that was a good tree and led a clean decent and upstanding life could be assured of a future life after death. If it was very good indeed it would eventually be reincarnated as five thousand rolls of lavatory paper.

Ye ken, we've been robbin' and running aroound on all kinds o' worlds for a lang time, and I'll tell ye this: The universe is a lot more comp-li-cated than it looks from the ooutside.

Nanny Ogg looked under her bed in case there was a man there. Well, you never knew your luck.

The Kraken stirs. And ten billion sushi dinners cry out for vengeance.

His progress through life was hampered by his tremendous sense of his own ignorance, a disability which affects all too few.

The trouble was that he was talking in philosophy but they were listening in gibberish.

Nothing I can say or devise, and nothing anybody else can say or devise, is going to be perfect.