Not a man to mince words. People, yes. But not words.
Did I do anything last night that suggested I was sane?
A good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read.
Getting an education was a bit like a communicable sexual disease.
We've got a lot of experience of not having any experience
And no practical definition of freedom would be complete without the freedom to take the consequences. Indeed, it is the freedom upon which all the others are based.
Despite rumor, Death isn't cruel--merely terribly, terribly good at his job.
Real stupidity beats artificial intelligence every time.
And, while it was regarded as pretty good evidence of criminality to be living in a slum, for some reason owning a whole street of them merely got you invited to the very best social occasions.
The trouble with being a god is that you've got no one to pray to.
Words are the litmus paper of the mind.
If you put butter and salt on it, it tastes like salty butter.
This time it had been magic. And it didn't stop being magic just because you found out how it was done.
I commend my soul to any god that can find it.
Creators aren't gods. They make places, which is quite hard. It's men that make gods. This explains a lot.
A marriage is always made up of two people who are prepared to swear that only the other one snores.
You can't map a sense of humor. Anyway, what is a fantasy map but a space beyond which There Be Dragons? On the Discworld we know that There Be Dragons Everywhere. They might not all have scales and forked tongues, but they Be Here all right, grinning and jostling and trying to sell you souvenirs.
You need to believe in things that aren't true. How else can they become?
And all those exclamation marks, you notice? Five? A sure sign of someone who wears his underpants on his head.
What're quantum mechanics?" "I don't know. People who repair quantums, I suppose.
