What was supposed to be so special about a full moon? It was only a big circle of light. And the dark of the moon was only darkness. But halfway between the two, when the moon was between the worlds of light and dark, when even the moon lived on the edge...maybe then a witch could believe in the moon.

All the higher life forms scythed away, just like that. [ . . . ] Nothing but dust and fundamentalists.

Sometimes the crime follows the punishment, which only serves to prove the foresight of the Great God." "That's what my grandmother used to say," said Brutha automatically. "Indeed? I would like to know more about this formidable lady." "She used to give me a thrashing every morning because I would certainly do something to deserve it during the day," said Brutha. "A most complete understanding of the nature of mankind.

The truth is a fog, in which one man sees the heavenly host and the other one sees a flying elephant.

Death strode away, stopped, and came back. He pointed a skeletal finger at The Duck Man. WHY, he said, ARE YOU WALKING AROUND WITH THAT DUCK? "What duck?" AH. SORRY.

Tragic heroes always moan when the gods take an interest in them, but it's the people the gods ignore who get the really tough deals

The duke had a mind that ticked like a clock and, like a clock, it regularly went cuckoo.