Eric (Discworld, #9)

by Terry Pratchett

Only the Librarian was cool. He was also swinging and hanging out.

it didn’t matter if you were fleeing from or to, so long as you were fleeing. It was flight alone that counted. I run, therefore I am; more correctly, I run, therefore with any luck I’ll still be.

“The trouble is,” he said, “is that things never get better, they just stay the same, only more so.

“Multiple exclamation marks,” he went on, shaking his head, “are a sure sign of a diseased mind.”

erotic. Nothing kinky. It’s the difference between using a feather and using a chicken.

Interestingly enough, the gods of the Disc have never bothered much about judging the souls of the dead, and so people only go to hell if that’s where they believe, in their deepest heart, that they deserve to go. Which they won’t do if they don’t know about it. This explains why it is important to shoot missionaries on sight.