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The vermine is a small black and white relative of the lemming, found in the cold Hublandish regions. Its skin is rare and highly valued, especially by the vermine itself; the selfish little bastard will do anything rather than let go of it.

He sighed again. People were always trying this sort of thing. On the other hand, it was quite interesting to watch, and at least this was a bit more original than the usual symbolic chess game, which Death always dreaded because he could never remember how the knight was supposed to move.

'And what would humans be without love?'

'I meant,' said Ipslore, bitterly, 'what is there in this world that makes living worth while?'

This was the type of thief that could steal the initiative, the moment and the words right out of your mouth.

Death isn't cruel – merely terribly, terribly good at his job.

The truth isn't easily pinned to a page. In the bathtub of history the truth is harder to hold than the soap, and much more difficult to find...

Many people who had got to know Rincewind had come to treat him as a sort of two-legged miner's canary, and tended to assume that if Rincewind was still upright and not actually running then some hope remained.

Take it from me, there's nothing more terrible than someone out to do the world a favour.

A popular spell at the time was Pelepel's Temporal Compressor, which on one occasion resulted in a race of giant reptiles being created, evolving, spreading, flourishing and then being destroyed in the space of about five minutes, leaving only its bones in the earth to mislead forthcoming generations completely.

Wizards don't like philosophy very much. As far as they are concerned, one hand clapping makes a sound like 'cl'.

You know, people just don't see what their mind tells them isn't there.