"God does not play games with His loyal servants," said the Metatron, but in a worried tone of voice. "Whooo-eee," said Crowley. "Where have you been?"

What was the point of education, he thought, if people went out afterward and used it?

This looks like a job for inadvisably applied magic if ever I saw one.

Matter exploded into being, apparently as chaos, but in fact as a chord. The ultimate power chord.

...and the funny thing was that people who weren't entirely certain they were right always argued much louder than other people, as if the main person they were trying to convince were themselves.

"There's a door," he whispered. "Where does it go?" "It stays where it is, I think," said Rincewind.

On the Disc the gods dealt severely with atheists.