People are often so busy living that they never stop to wonder why.
I don't think I've drunk enough beer to understand that.
Rincewind tried to force the memory out of his mind, but it was rather enjoying itself there, terrorizing the other occupants and kicking over the furniture.
Tourist, Rincewind decided, meant โidiot.
The truth is a fog, in which one man sees the heavenly host and the other one sees a flying elephant.
Look, that's why there's rules, understand? So that you think before you break 'em.