Matter exploded into being, apparently as chaos, but in fact as a chord. The ultimate power chord.

Fantasy is uni-age. You can start it in the creche, and it follows you to death.

Money is an unavoidable consequence, but it isn't the reason I write; if it was, I wouldn't have written any of the YA books, because advances in that field are small compared to what I'd got now for an 'adult' DW.

It is important that we know where we come from, because if you do not know where you come from, then you don't know where you are, and if you don't know where you are, you don't know where you're going. And if you don't know where you're going, you're probably going wrong.

"There's a door," he whispered. "Where does it go?" "It stays where it is, I think," said Rincewind.

In defiance of Miss Maccalariat I'd like to commit hanky-panky with you, Miss Adora Belle Dearheart... well, certainly hanky, and possibly panky when we get to know one another better.

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