But too much reading had taken its toll. William found that he now thought of prayer as a sophisticated way of pleading with thunderstorms.
Drink levels all mankind. It is the ultimate democrat
What is normal? Normal is yesterday and last week and last month taken together
This book had two authors, and they were both the same person.
Five exclamation marks, the sure sign of an insane mind.
Everyone knew there were wolves in the mountains, but they seldom came near the village - the modern wolves were the offspring of ancestors that had survived because they had learned that human meat h...
But I did not return until half past four this morning and I distinctly remember stubbing my toe on the stairs. I am as drunk as a skunk, Drumknott, which of course means skunks are just as drunk as I...
A lot of the stories were highly suspicious, in her opinion. There was the one that ended when the two good children pushed the wicked witch into her own oven...Stories like this stopped people thinki...
Heroes get kingdoms and princesses, and they take regular exercise, and when they smile the light glints off their teeth, ting
It took place in the midnight in the University's Great Hall, in a welter of incense, candlesticks, runic inscriptions and magic circles, none of which was strictly necessary but which made the wizard...
Stories of imagination tend to upset those without one.
I've always felt that what I have going for me is not my imagination, because everyone has an imagination. What I have is a relentlessly controlled imagination. What looks like wild invention is actua...
You didn’t warn us about this, Readier,’ said Stowley resentfully.Gilt waved his hands. ‘We must speculate to accumulate!’ he said. ‘The Post Office? Trickery and sleight of hand. Oh, von Lipwig is an...
YOU FEAR TO DIE?It's not that I don't want... I mean, I've always...it's just that life is a habit that's hard to break...
Real stupidity beats artificial intelligence every time.
Bursar?Yes, Archchancellor?You ain't a member of some secret society or somethin', are you?Me? No, Archchancellor.Then it'd be a damn good idea to take your underpants off your head.
About sweeping)....What he was in FACT doing was moving the dirt around with a broom, to give it a change of scenery and a chance to make new friends.
Granny Weatherwax had a primal snore. It had never been tamed. No one had ever had to sleep next to it, to curb its wilder excesses by means of a kick, a prod in the small of the back, or a pillow use...
We're living in science fiction, but we don't realize it.
Well,----me, he said. A----ing wizard. I hate----ing wizards! You shouldn’t----them, then, muttered one of his henchmen, effortlessly pronouncing a row of dashes.