The trouble is you can shut your eyes but you can’t shut your mind.

The trouble was that he was talking in philosophy but they were listening in gibberish.

What these sounds mean, he thought, is: I am alive and so are you. And we're all very worried that we might not be alive for much longer, so we'll just keep talking, because that's better than thinking.

We are here and it is now. The way I see it is, after that, everything tends towards guesswork.

I’m not superstitious. I’m a witch. Witches aren’t superstitious. We are what people are superstitious of.

But is all this true?" said Brutha.Didactylos shrugged. "Could be. Could be. We are here and it is now. The way I see it is, after that, everything tends towards guesswork.""You mean you don't KNOW it's true?" said Brutha."I THINK it might be," said Didactylos. "I could be wrong. Not being certain is what being a philosopher is all about.

The universe danced towards life. Life was a remarkably common commodity. Anything sufficiently complicated seemed to get cut in for some, in the same way that anything massive enough got a generous helping of gravity. The universe had a definite tendency towards awareness. This suggested a certain subtle cruelty woven into the very fabric of space-time.

He'd said to Vimes once, in this very room, standing at this very window: They think they want good government and justice for all, Vimes, yet what is it they really crave, deep in their hearts? Only that things go on as normal and tomorrow is pretty much like today.

Denn", so der trollische Philosoph Plateau, "wenn du verstehen willst einen Feind, du musst gehen eine Meile in seinen Schuhen. Wenn er dann ist noch immer dein Feind, du bist entfernt wenigstens eine Meile, und er keine Schuhe hat,