It was the terror of impermanence, the knowledge that all this would pass away, that a beautiful voice or a wonderful figure was something whose arrival you couldn't control and whose departure you couldn't delay.

“Drinks like this tend to get called Traffic Lights or Rainbow's Revenge or, in …”

“Knowing things is magical, if other people don't know them.”

“Besides…where Rincewind went’ – he lowered his voice – ‘trouble followed behind…”

“She folded her arms and then shouted, "Right you thieving scunners! How dare yo…”