Hundert Meter entfernt tauchte der größte Tintenfisch auf, den Rincewind jemals gesehen hatte, schlug wild mit den Tentakeln und versank wieder in den reißenden Fluten ... Das Ende der Welt rückte näher.

What a place! What a situation! What kind of man would put a known criminal in charge of a major branch of government? Apart from, say, the average voter.

SOD YOU, THEN, Death said.

I just think the world ought to be more sort of organized.''That's just fantasy,' said Twoflower.'I know. That's the trouble.' Rincewind sighed again.

Welcome to fear, Moist said to himself. It's hope, turned inside out.

There are no maps. You can't map a sense of humor.

There was something pleasant about an empty classroom. Of course, as any teacher would point out, one nice thing was that there were no children in it.

He sat back and drank the really horrible tea the dwarfs made. Just for a moment there was an unusual feeling on bliss. Strange word, he thought. It's one of those words that described something that does not make a noise but if it did make a noise would sound just like that. Bliss. It's like the sound of a soft meringue melting gently on a warm plate.

What we're going to do is keep the peace. That's our job. We're not going to be heroes, we're just going to be ... normal.