Eric (Discworld, #9; Rincewind, #4)

by Terry Pratchett

Preeminent among Rincewind’s talents was his skill in running away, which over the years he had elevated to the status of a genuinely pure science; 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 whole point of the wish business was to see to it that what the client got was exactly what he asked for and exactly what he didn’t really want.

“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.”