Everyone knew there were wolves in the mountains, but they seldom came near the village-the modern wolves were the offspring of ancestors that had survived because they had learned that human meat had sharp edges.

Do not act incautiously when confronting a little bald wrinkly smiling man!

Rincewind had always been happy to think of himself as a racist. The One Hundred Meters, the Mile, the Marathon -- he'd run them all.

People couldn't become truly holy, he said, unless they also had the opportunity to be definitively wicked.

The only thing more dangerous then a vampire crazed with blood lust was a vampire crazed with anything else. All the meticulous single-mindedness that went into finding young women who slept with their bedroom window open got channeled into some other interest, with merciless and painstaking efficiency.

People needed to believe in gods, if only because it was so hard to believe in people.

Oh, there's plenty of reasons. I just don't know which one.