Imagination, not intelligence, made us human.

Peace?' said Vetinari. 'Ah, yes, defined as period of time to allow for preparation for the next war.

It was so loud and so deep, it wasn't really sound at all, just something that turned the air hard and then hit you with it.

Don't you understand?" snarled Rincewind. "We are going over the Edge, godsdammit!" "Can't we do anything about it?" "No!" "Then I can't see the sense in panicking," said Twoflower calmly.

Noble dragons don't have friends. The nearest they can get to the idea is an enemy who is still alive.

He'd heard that writers spent all day in their dressing gowns drinking champagne. This is, of course, absolutely true.

Needless to say, they refused to submit to the Empire, conducting such a persistent guerrilla war that the Romans gave up hope of conquering Scotland, and the Wee Free Men remained both wee and free.