Few Things Are Hidden From A Quiet

When People Say "how Do You Write A Book, How Does It All Happen?" I Say, You Line Things Up, And You Line Them Up As Actually As You Possibly Can, But Sooner Or Later The Book Has Got Momentum And It's Moving Along Under That Momentum. It's Like A Sculpture, If You're Working With The Grain Of The Wood, The Wood Will Start Defining What Shape It's Going To Become.

It Is Often Said That Before You Die Your Life Passes Before Your Eyes. It Is In Fact True. It's Called Living.

When A Man Is Tired Of Ankh-morpork, He Is Tired Of Ankle-deep Slurry.

The Kind Of Accidents You Prefer To Call...accidents.

Theres No Stink More Sorrorful Than The Stink Of Wet, Burnt Paper. It Means: The End.