It was octarine, the colour of magic. It was alive and glowing and vibrant and it was the undisputed pigment of the imagination, because wherever it appeared it was a sign that mere matter was a servant of the powers of the magical mind. It was enchantment itself. But Rincewind always thought it looked a sort of greenish-purple.

Noble dragons don't have friends. The nearest they can get to the idea is an enemy who is still alive.

There will be justice," said Brutha. "If there is no justice, there is nothing.

Tell someone you are going to rob them and all that will happen is that you'll get a reputation as a truthful man.

Fantasy is an exercise bicycle for the mind. It might not take you anywhere, but it tones up the muscles that can.

Nanny Ogg knew how to start spelling 'banana', but didn't know how you stopped.

Some people are confident because they are fools. Leonard had the look of someone who was confident because, so far, he'd never found a reason not to be.