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I asked him what the amulet meant to him, what its meaning was. At first, I thought he wasn't going to answer. But then, in a haunting voice, he said that it represented the dance with death. I was horrified by that. He said the dance with death was the way of the War Wizard.

panicked people didn't listen to reason and didn't want to hear the truth.

don't be a soldier in this silent army of fools.

Admitting defeat established a mental state of resignation that made it certain.

The most important rule there is, the Wizard's Sixth Rule: the only sovereign you can allow to rule you is reason.

Little Miss Magic, here, goaded him into using his gift on her so that she could capture him. We put him down in the pit for safekeeping.

What are half-people? Living people he has stripped of their souls.

It'd be a funny old world, he reflected, if demons went round trusting one another.

This book was written using 100% recycled words.

In theory it was, around now, Literature. Susan hated Literature. She'd much prefer to read a good book.

Crowley (An Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards)

Rincewind tried to force the memory out of his mind, but it was rather enjoying itself there, terrorizing the other occupants and kicking over the furniture.

Multiple exclamation marks,' he went on, shaking his head, 'are a sure sign of a diseased mind.

We've strayed into a zone with a high magical index,' he said. 'Don't ask me how. Once upon a time a really powerful magic field must have been generated here, and we're feeling the after-effects.' Precisely,' said a passing bush.

In the words of the philosopher Sceptum, the founder of my profession: am I going to get paid for this?

You do know you could find yourself charged with being a dominant species while under the influence of impulse-driven consumerism, don't you?

Satire is meant to ridicule power. If you are laughing at people who are hurting, it's not satire, it's bullying.

I staggered into a Manchester bar late one night on a tour and the waitress said You look as if you need a Screaming Orgasm. At the time this was the last thing on my mind...

I would like you to teach [the orcs] civilised behaviour, said Ladyship coldly. He appeared to consider this. Yes of course, I think that would be quite possible, he said. And who would you send to teach the humans?

Pollution removed his helmet and shook out his long white hair. He had taken over when Pestilence, muttering about penicillin, had retired in 1936.

The smug mask of virtue triumphant could be almost as horrible as the face of wickedness revealed.

And all the stories had, somewhere, the witch. The wicked old witch. And Tiffany had thought: Where's the evidence?

Oh, where are my manners? Do sit down. Pull up a small child.

Dedication: My thanks to the people who showed me that opera was stranger than I could imagine. I can best repay their kindness by not mentioning their names here.