Priests were metal-reinforced overshoes. They saved your soles. This is an Assassin joke.

Nanny Ogg looked under her bed in case there was a man there. Well, you never knew your luck.

Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.

I may be daft but I'm no' stupid!

Or -- and this she knew was a far more accurate way of looking at it -- the book was true and reality was lying.

I used to like reading and you read enough books and you overflow and then you start writing.

It was all very well going on about pure logic and how the universe was ruled by logic and the harmony of numbers, but the plain fact of the matter was that the Disc was manifestly traversing space on the back of a giant turtle and the gods had a habit of going round to atheists' houses and smashing their windows.