Oh, well...up until now it had been a good day, in a horrible kind of way.

And all those exclamation marks, you notice? Five? A sure sign of someone who wears his underpants on his head.

People needed to believe in gods, if only because it was so hard to believe in people.

Racism was not a problem on the Discworld, because - what with trolls and dwarfs and so on - speciesism was more interesting. Black and white lived in perfect harmony and ganged up on green.

I once absent-mindedly ordered Three Mile Island dressing in a restaurant and, with great presence of mind, they brought Thousand Island Dressing and a bottle of chili sauce.

Whatever you choose, your choice will mean there are two new worlds. And perhaps sometimes, on the edge of sleep, we will see the shadow of the other world. There will be no unhappy memories.

You are very clever," said the old man shyly. "I would like to eat your brains, one day.