Everywhere I look, I see something holy.

What's the orbital velocity of the moon?

Susan says, don't get afraid, get angry.

Time is a drug. Too much of it kills you.

A bad hunter chases. A good hunter waits.

Humans need fantasy in order to be human.

Tourist, Rincewind decided, meant ‘idiot.

One day a tortoise will learn how to fly.

Grinning like a necrophiliac in a morgue.

Man just went past with a cat on his head.

The reaper does not listen to the harvest.

It's not lying when you do it to officers!

I thought unicorns were more . . . Fluffy.

I'd like to walk on the moon (and return).

When much is taken, something is returned.

Given enough coffee I could rule the world

I imagine that fish have no word for water.

I am death, not taxes. I turn up only once.

Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ ᴊᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ. —Death

Are you a philosopher? Where's your sponge?

The Truth Shall Make Ye Fret. [Fred. Free.]

If I were you, I'd sue my face for slander.

A good man will kill you with hardly a word.

I was a very keen reader of science fiction.

I've got wide tastes, but I don't like jazz.

Quit while you're a head, that's what I say.

There is always time for another last minute

Gravity is a habit that is hard to shake off.

Progress just means bad things happen faster.

Open your eyes and then open your eyes again.

Ingenuity and incongruity always cheer me up.

Imagination, not intelligence, made us human.

Magic is just a way of saying 'I don't know.'

When you break rules, break 'em good and hard

Hello, inner child, I'm the inner babysitter!

So, mistletoe, in fact, symbolizes mistletoe.

Their families cordially detested one another.

We're philosophers. We think, therefore we am.

I commend my soul to any god that can find it.

‎No one remembers the singer. The song remains.

Once you gave a thing a name, you gave it life.

Thou shalt not submit thy god to market forces.

Truth! Freedom! Justice! And a hard-boiled egg!

One person is nothing. Two people are a nation.

It takes a special kind of person to fight back.

This book was written using 100% recycled words.

It's still magic even if you know how it's done.

You can't kill me, I've got a magic... AAAARGH !

Even the blind and meek and voiceless have gods.

I'd rather be a rising ape than a falling angel.

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