How do you get all those coins?" asked Mort. IN PAIRS.

Once you gave a thing a name, you gave it life.

Of course, Ankh-Morpork's citizens had always claimed that the river water was incredibly pure. Any water that had passed through so many kidneys, they reasoned, had to be very pure indeed.

I think you should be proud of not being worse than just deeply introverted and socially maladjusted.

In the world I live in, 'not worse' is nearly as good as 'better'.

Thats how we survive infinity - we kill it by breaking it up into small bits.

It was quite impossible to describe. Here is what it looked like. It looked like a piano sounds shortly after being dropped down a well. It tasted yellow, and it felt Paisley. It smelled like the total eclipse of the moon.