Mort was already aware that love made you feel hot and cold and cruel and weak, but he hadn't realized that it could make you stupid.

I'd like to sell a lot of books.

Lots of people would be as cowardly as me if they were brave enough.

Granny Weatherwaz was a witch. That was quite acceptable in the Ramtops, and no one had a bad word to say about witches. At least, not if he wanted to wake up in the morning the same shape as he went to bed.

WHO KNOWS WHAT EVIL LURKS IN THE HEART OF MEN? The Death of Rats looked up from the feast of the potato. SQUEAK, he said. Death waved a hand dismissively. WELL, YES, OBVIOUSLY ME, he said. I JUST WONDERED IF THERE WAS ANYONE ELSE.

The Kappamaki, a whaling research ship, was currently researching the question: How many whales can you catch in one week?

What's the good of having mastery over cosmic balance and knowing the secrets of fate if you can't blow something up?