Just to keep bad dreams at bay, she took a swig out of a bottle that smelled of apples and happy brain-death.

You'll see! We're going to the palace. Fetch Angua. We might need her. And bring the search warrant. You mean the sledgehammer, sir? Yes.

It was written in some holy book, apparently, so that made it okay, and probably compulsory.

Destiny is important, see, but people go wrong when they think it controls them. It's the other way around.

And all those exclamation marks, you notice? Five? A sure sign of someone who wears his underpants on his head.

If you try to to take my bananas from me, I will reclaim them from your cold dead hands.

Our garden was debated territory between five local cats, and we'd heard that the best way to keep other cats out of the garden was to have one yourself. A moment's rational thought here will spot the slight flaw in this reasoning.