It was sad, like those businessmen who came to work in serious clothes but wore colorful ties in a mad, desperate attempt to show there was a free spirit in there somewhere.

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.

God has ALREADY given you the strength you need, it's up to you to recognize that you were BORN a conqueror!

Christians and Muslims share the belief that they are the fortunate recipient of the final God message.

95% of being a success is just showing up on time and being there. I don't know how I knew that when I was younger. You have to stick around for people to remember you.

You have to build a culture of philanthropy. In a country like India, we need to be sensitive and caring about the poorer, more disadvantaged section of our country.

The original state for all Beings is Love. Out troubles are due only to our covering over thus natural state.

Beauty? To me it is a word without sense because I do not know where its meaning comes from nor where it leads to.

The Road to Santiago is the road of ordinary people.

You seemed so far away," Miss Honey whispered, awestruck. "Oh, I was. I was flying past the stars on silver wings," Matilda said. "It was wonderful.

My parents always told us, you know, you have to get your education. You're not supposed to become a statistic.

It has to be living, to learn the speech of the place, It has to face the man of the time.