Rincewind gave his fingers a long shocked stare, as one might regard a gun that has been hanging on the wall for decades and has suddenly gone off and perforated the cat.

Who'd want a pony when you could have the whole universe? It was far more interesting and you didn't have to muck it out once a week.

His movements could be called cat-like, except that he did not stop to spray urine up against things.

Never cross a woman with a star on a stick, young lady. They've got a mean streak.

I can see we're going to get along like a house on fire," said Miss Tick. "There may be no survivors.

I thought it very strange, and very sad, that the fairy kingdom largely appears to be English. I thought it was time for some regional representation. And the Nac Mac Feegle are, well, they're like tiny little Scottish Smurfs who have seen Braveheart altogether too many times.

I thought unicorns were more . . . Fluffy.