This isn't life in the fast lane, it's life in the oncoming traffic.
Perhaps it would be simpler if you just did what you're told and didn't try to understand things.
Progress just means bad things happen faster.
I should have learned this, she thought. I wanted to learn fire, and pain, but I should have learned people.
It was the living who ignored the strange and wonderful, because life was too full of the boring and mundane.
At such times the universe gets a little closer to us. They are strange times, times of beginnings and endings. Dangerous and powerful. And we feel it even if we don't know what it is. These times are not necessarily good, and not necessarily bad. In fact, what they are depends on what *we* are.
I'd rather be a rising ape than a falling angel.
He'd been wrong, there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and it was a flamethrower.
HUMAN BEINGS MAKE LIFE SO INTERESTING. DO YOU KNOW, THAT IN A UNIVERSE SO FULL OF WONDERS, THEY HAVE MANAGED TO INVENT BOREDOM. (Death)
The presence of those seeking the truth is infinitely to be preferred to the presence of those who think they've found it.
Aziraphale collected books. If he were totally honest with himself he would have to have admitted that his bookshop was simply somewhere to store them. He was not unusual in this. In order to maintain his cover as a typical second-hand book seller, he used every means short of actual physical violence to prevent customers from making a purchase. Unpleasant damp smells, glowering looks, erratic opening hours - he was incredibly good at it.
This book was written using 100% recycled words.
...inside every old person is a young person wondering what happened.
We who think we are about to die will laugh at anything.
Always be wary of any helpful item that weighs less than its operating manual.
Do you think it's possible for an entire nation to be insane?
The entire universe has been neatly divided into things to (a) mate with, (b) eat, (c) run away from, and (d) rocks.
Many people could say things in a cutting way, Nanny knew. But Granny Weatherwax could listen in a cutting way. She could make something sound stupid just by hearing it.
Coffee is a way of stealing time that should by rights belong to your older self.
In theory it was, around now, Literature. Susan hated Literature. She'd much prefer to read a good book.
