Small Gods (Discworld, #13)

by Terry Pratchett

The people who really run organizations are usually found several levels down, where it’s still possible to get things done.

Fear is strange soil. Mainly it grows obedience like corn, which grows in rows and makes weeding easy. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.

Guilt jerked Brutha upright like a hooked fish. He turned around, and sagged with relief. It wasn’t Vorbis, it was only God.

All libraries, everywhere, are connected by the bookworm holes in space created by the strong space-time distortions found around any large collections of books.

And Brave, Too, To Declare Atheism Before Your God. “This doesn’t change anything, you know!” said Simony. “Don’t think you can get around me by existing!”

You can die for your country or your people or your family, but for a god you should live fully and busily, every day of a long life.”

You Stand Before Your God And Look For Business Opportunities? “We-ell,” said Dhblah, “we could come to an arrangement. Strike while the iron is hot, as the inquisitors say. Haha. Twenty percent? How about it? After expenses, of course—” The Great God Om smiled. IX. I Think You Will Make A Little Prophet, Dhblah, he said. “Right. Right. That’s all I’m looking for. Just trying to make both ends hummus.”

“Do you really think so? I thought philosophers were supposed to be logical?” Didactylos shrugged. “Well, the way I see it, logic is only a way of being ignorant by numbers.”