It was said that life was cheap in Ankh-Morpork. This was of course, completely wrong. Life was often very expensive; you could get death for free.

People don't alter history any more than birds alter the sky, they just make brief patterns in it.

Look out! He's got a daisy!

There are all kinds of darkness, and all kinds of things can be found in them, imprisoned, banished, lost or hidden. Sometimes they escape. Sometimes they simply fall out. Sometimes they just can't take it any more.

One person is nothing. Two people are a nation.

People who are rather more than six feet tall and nearly as broad across the shoulders often have uneventful journeys. People jump out at them from behind rocks then say things like, "Oh. Sorry. I thought you were someone else.

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