When all else failed, she tried being reasonable.

Ankh-Morpork! Pearl of cities! This is not a completely accurate description, of course — it was not round and shiny — but even its worst enemies would agree that if you had to liken Ankh-Morpork to anything, then it might as well be a piece of rubbish covered with the diseased secretions of a dying mollusc.

YOU FEAR TO DIE? "It's not that I don't want... I mean, I've always...it's just that life is a habit that's hard to break.

Sometimes words need music too. Sometimes the descriptions are not enough. Books should be written with soundtracks, like films.

People who used magic without knowing what they were doing usually came to a sticky end. All over the entire room, sometimes.

Rincewind gave his fingers a long shocked stare, as one might regard a gun that has been hanging on the wall for decades and has suddenly gone off and perforated the cat.

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