Give anyone a lever long enough and they can change the world. It's unreliable levers that are the problem.

I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?" Death thought about it. CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.

Witches were a bit like cats. They didn’t much like one another’s company, but they did like to know where all the other witches were, just in case they needed them.

Never trust any complicated cocktail that remains perfectly clear until the last ingredient goes in, and then immediately clouds.

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.

"Out of Print" is bookseller speak for "We can't be hedgehogged".

He said it was better to belong where you don't belong than not to belong where you used to belong, remembering when you used to belong there.