Most gods throw dice, but Fate plays chess, and you don't find out til too late that he's been playing with two queens all along.

Although the scythe isn't pre-eminent among the weapons of war, anyone who has been on the wrong end of, say, a peasants' revolt will know that in skilled hands it is fearsome.

We live and learn, or, perhaps more importantly we learn and live.

What can the harvest hope for, if not for the care of the Reaper Man?

IT'S THE EXPRESSION ON THEIR LITTLE FACES I LIKE, said the Hogfather. "You mean sort of fear and awe and not knowing whether to laugh or cry or wet their pants?" YES. NOW THAT IS WHAT I CALL BELIEF.

If words had weight, a single sentence from Death would have anchored a ship.

They can ta'k our lives but they can never ta'k our freedom!' Now there's a battle cry not designed by a clear thinker