Nigel gave the lamp a cautious buff and small smoking red letters appeared in the air. "Hi," Nigel read aloud, "Do not put down the lamp because your custom is important to us. Please leave a wish after the tone and, very shortly, it will be our command. In the meantime, have a nice eternity."
Terry PratchettThe theater troubled her. It had a magic of its own, one that didnโt belong to her, one that wasnโt in her control. It changed the world, and said things were otherwise than they were. And it was worse than that. It was magic that didnโt belong to magical people. It was commanded by ordinary people, who didnโt know the rules. They altered the world because it sounded better.
Terry PratchettRincewind had always been happy to think of himself as a racist. The One Hundred Meters, the Mile, the Marathon -- he'd run them all.
Terry Pratchett