Radiating from the book was the light that lies on the far side of darkness, the light fantastic. — Terry Pratchett

"I suppose you wouldn't happen to know the way out of the forest, possibly, by any chance?"

Weems might have had a room-temperature IQ, but he knew idiocy when he saw it.

He wanted to say all this, and couldn't. For a man with an itch to see the whole of infinity, Twoflower never actually moved outside his own head. Telling him the truth would be like kicking a spaniel.