There's a saying that all roads lead to Ankh-Morpork. And it's wrong. All roads lead away from Ankh-Morpork, but sometimes people just walk along them the wrong way.

My name is immaterial,' she said. That's a pretty name,' said Rincewind.

Oh, where are my manners? Do sit down. Pull up a small child.

But in his experience it was only a matter of time before the normal balance of the universe restored itself and started doing the usual terrible things to him.

Rumour is information distilled so finely that it can filter through anything. It does not need doors and windows -- sometimes it does not need people. It can exist free and wild, running from ear to ear without ever touching lips.

It was amazing how many friends you could make by being bad at things, provided you were bad enough to be funny.

'Don't think of it as dying,' said Death. 'Just think of it as leaving early to avoid the rush.'