Can the law get blood out of a stone? I haven't any money.

As lovers, the difference between men and women is that women can love all day long, but men only at times.

When a woman loves you she's not satisfied until she possesses your soul. Because she's weak, she has a rage for domination, and nothing less will satisfy her.

The writer is more concerned to know than to judge.

Women are constantly trying to commit suicide for love, but generally they take care not to succeed.

Because women can do nothing except love, they've given it a ridiculous importance. They want to persuade us that it's the whole of life. It's an insignificant part.

I will continue to write moral stories in rhymed couplets. But I should be thrice a fool if I did it for aught but my own entertainment.

Only the poet or the saint can water an asphalt pavement in the confident anticipation that lilies will reward his labour.

It is true that novelists are shameless and obey no decent law, and they are not to be trusted on any account, but some Mysteries even they must honor.

Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.

My conscience is informed by reason. It's like Kant's categorical imperative: behave to others as you would wish they behaved to you.

It's important to be informed but I also think it's important to be inspired. I'm creating a space where people can be inspired.

We were never there to begin with. What we are, or conceive of ourselves as, is a perception.

In China, export lobbies have fought for policies that favor their interests and limit foreign competition.

Running a house should be left to innkeepers.

Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through the dew.

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

And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood.