Tourist, Rincewind Decided, Meant ‘idiot.

Just To Keep Bad Dreams At Bay, She Took A Swig Out Of A Bottle That Smelled Of Apples And Happy Brain-death.

The Fastest Way To Travel Is To Be There Already.

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 Had Sharp Edges.

Pride Is All Very Well, But A Sausage Is A Sausage.

Some Shadows Are So Long, They Arrive Before The Light.