The English were notoriously unenthusiastic about burning witches. I suppose ours were too soggy.

You were the kind of kid who couldn't see the difference between throwing rocks at a cat and setting it on fire.

Racism was not a problem on the Discworld, because - what with trolls and dwarfs and so on - speciesism was more interesting. Black and white lived in perfect harmony and ganged up on green.

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

People are bound to get excited when they see a ten-million-ton starship trying to fly down the street.

I became a journalist at 17. A few hours later, I saw my first dead body, which was somewhat... colourful. That's when I learned you can go on throwing up after you run out of things to throw up.

Even a really bad creator would at least have started with Earth, Air, Fire, Water and Surprise.