The Last Continent (Discworld, #22; Rincewind, #6)

by Terry Pratchett

All tribal myths are true, for a given value of “true.”

The hypothesis behind invisible writings was laughably complicated. All books are tenuously connected through L-space and, therefore, the content of any book ever written or yet to be written may, in the right circumstances, be deduced from a sufficiently close study of books already in existence. Future books exist in potentia, as it were, in the same way that a sufficiently detailed study of a handful of primal ooze will eventually hint at the future existence of prawn crackers.

Creators aren’t gods. They make places, which is quite hard. It’s men that make gods. This explains a lot.

Many religions extol the virtues of the meek, but Rincewind had never trusted them. The meek could turn very nasty at times.

And they bite things and then say, ‘I wonder if this is poisonous,’ with their mouths full. And you know the really annoying thing? It never is.”

Laughing in the face of danger is not a survival strategy,” said the god.