‘Look,’ said Rincewind urgently. ‘Druids are priests. You must remember that. Don’t do anything to upset them.’ ‘But—’ ‘Don’t offer to buy the stones.’ ‘But I—’ ‘Don’t start talking about quaint native folkways.’ ‘I thought—’ ‘Really don’t try to sell them insurance, that always upsets them.’ ‘But they’re priests!’ wailed Twoflower. Rincewind

You haven’t really been anywhere until you’ve got back home. I think that’s what I mean.’

He may be deaf and a little hard of thinking, but elderly wizards have very well-trained survival instincts, and they know that when a tall figure in a black robe and the latest in agricultural handtools starts looking thoughtfully at you it is time to act fast.

It had a very long pendulum, and the pendulum swung with a slow tick-tock that set his teeth on edge, because it was the kind of deliberate, annoying ticking that wanted to make it abundantly clear that every tick and every tock was stripping another second off your life. It was the kind of sound that suggested very pointedly that in some

For a man with an itch to see the whole of infinity, Twoflower never actually moved outside his own head.

THE SUN ROSE slowly, as if it wasn’t sure it was worth all the effort.

In a distant forest a wolf howled, felt embarrassed when no one joined in, and stopped.

(Rincewind had in any case seen his past life flash in front of his eyes so many times that he could sleep through the boring bits)

Rincewind formed a mental picture of some strange entity living in a castle made of teeth. It was the kind of mental picture you tried to forget. Unsuccessfully.