In an instant he became aware that the tourist was about to try his own peculiar brand of linguistics, which meant that he would speak loudly and slowly in his own language.

Dickens, as you know, never got round to starting his home page.

All property is theft, except mine.

God moves in extremely mysterious, not to say, circuitous ways. God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players, ie., everybody, to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.

There were two ways of looking at the world, but only one when you are starving.

As we all know, the Discworld is a flat planet - like a geological pizza, but without the anchovies.

Sometimes I feel that the world is made up of sensible people who know the plot and bloody idiots who don't.