The only really sane person in there is Igor, and possibly the turnip. And I'm not sure about the turnip.

The intelligence of the creature known as a crowd, is the square root of the number of people in it.

In order to have a change of fortune at the last minute, you have to take your fortune to the last minute.

He'd been wrong, there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and it was a flamethrower.

On the Disc, the Gods aren't so much worshipped, as they are blamed.

Everything starts somewhere, though many physicists disagree. But people have always been dimly aware of the problem with the start of things. They wonder how the snowplough driver gets to work, or how the makers of dictionaries look up the spelling of words.

The female mind is certainly a devious one, my lord." Vetinari looked at his secretary in surprise. "Well, of course it is. It has to deal with the male one.