Lord Vetinari lifted an eyebrow with the care of one who, having found a piece of caterpillar in his salad, raises the rest of the lettuce.

...the little man's total obliviousness to all forms of danger somehow made danger so discouraged that it gave up and went away.

One of the highlights of the first Good Omens tour was Neil and I walking through New York singing Shoehorn with Teeth. Well, we'd had a good breakfast. And you don't get mugged, either.

What is a fantasy map but a space beyond which There Be Dragons?

[...] the awesome splendor of the universe is much easier to deal with if you think of it as a series of small chunks.

The Library didn't only contain magical books, the ones which are chained to their shelves and are very dangerous. It also contained perfectly ordinary books, printed on commonplace paper in mundane ink. It would be a mistake to think that they weren't also dangerous, just because reading them didn't make fireworks go off in the sky. Reading them sometimes did the more dangeous trick of making fireworks go off in the privacy of the reader's brain.

You never knew about people, like you never knew how deep a pond was because all you saw was the top.