It's not morbid to talk about death. Most people don't worry about death, they worry about a bad death.

There's a saying that all roads lead to Ankh-Morpork. And it's wrong. All roads lead away from Ankh-Morpork, but sometimes people just walk along them the wrong way.

The worst thing you can do is nothing.

There are times in life when people must know when not to let go. Balloons are designed to teach small children this.

Rincewind had always been happy to think of himself as a racist. The One Hundred Meters, the Mile, the Marathon -- he'd run them all.

Rincewind could scream for mercy in nineteen languages, and just scream in another forty-four.

Tourist, Rincewind decided, meant ‘idiot.

...and the funny thing was that people who weren't entirely certain they were right always argued much louder than other people, as if the main person they were trying to convince were themselves.

The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.

I have, before now, waited for a pen to perform a macro.

You never knew about people, like you never knew how deep a pond was because all you saw was the top.

Scriptures are as ‘helping problem’. Scriptures only give directions. Scriptures are like a thermometer. Can you grind a thermometer and give it as medicine?

Can there not be a limit to the fact that really you need to cut your cloth in accordance with what capabilities and finances you have?

No, you can't go getting mad at people because they're shitty. Life will get mad at them, don't worry.

Everywhere I went I experienced the same success, which transcends words.

Quintana of Charyn's body was a map of hatred.

My songwriting and overall approach to music go beyond just good singing and strong musicality - I want people, now more so than ever, to feel something and be moved somehow by the content I create.

I seek a form that my style cannot discover,a bud of thought that wants to be a rose.

I think it's bad when people start booing between serves.

Methinks I will not die quite happy without having seen something of that Rome of which I have read so much.

The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.