I dare say that quite a few people have contemplated death for reasons that much later seemed to them to be quite minor.

The entire universe has been neatly divided into things to (a) mate with, (b) eat, (c) run away from, and (d) rocks.

If Not You, Who Else?

Next comes the realist phase ("After all, from a purely geometrical point of view a cat is only a tube with a door at the top.")

There are no inconsistencies in the Discworld books; ocassionally, however, there are alternate pasts.

You have to start out learning to believe the little lies. "So we can believe the big ones?" Yes. Justice, mercy, duty. That sort of thing.

One of the things forgotten about the human spirit is that while it is, in the right conditions, noble and brave and wonderful, it is also, when you get right down to it, only human.