Nac Mac Feegle! The Wee Free Men! Nae king! Nae quin! Nae laird! Nae master! We willna' be fooled again!

Curiosity may have killed the cat, but her's curiosity could have massacred a pride of lions.

The most important thing was that time had passed, pouring thousands of soothing seconds across the island. People need time to deal with the now before it runs away and becomes the then.

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.

Million-to-one chances...crop up nine times out of ten.

This is Morbidia," said Vlad. "Although she's been calling herself Tracy lately, to be cool.

Probably the last sound heard before the Universe folded up like a paper hat would be someone saying, "What happens if I do this?"