...this is the room where the future pours into the past via the pinch of now.

“Luck is my middle name," said Rincewind, indistinctly. "Mind you, my first name…”

“Furnishing was not a priority in the Citadel. Shelves, stools, tables... There …”

“We thought the fireworks were marvelous,” said Mort. “And I expect they'll soon…”

“When you look into the abyss, it’s not supposed to wave back.”