Interesting Times: The Play

Chaos is found in greatest abundance wherever order is being sought. It always defeats order, because it is better organized.

Rincewind could scream for mercy in nineteen languages, and just scream in another forty-four.

Just because it's not nice doesn't mean it's not miraculous.

Natural selection saw to it that professional heroes who at a crucial moment tended to ask themselves questions like 'What is my purpose in life?' very quickly lacked both.

The Four Horsemen whose Ride presages the end of the world are known to be Death, War, Famine, and Pestilence. But even less significant events have their own Horsemen. For example, the Four Horsemen of the Common Cold are Sniffles, Chesty, Nostril, and Lack of Tissues; the Four Horsemen whose appearance foreshadows any public holiday are Storm, Gales, Sleet, and Contra-flow.

Barbarism? Hah! When we kills people we do it there and then, lookin' 'em in the eye, and we'd be happy to buy 'em a drink in the next world, no harm done. I never knew a barbarian who cut up people slowly in little rooms, or tortured women to make 'em look pretty, or put poison in people's grub. Civilization? If that's civilization, you can shove it where the sun don't shine!

Your wife is a big hippo! My face is melting! My face is meltinnnnggg!

Human beings have always preferred common sense to logic.

Good so be would you if, duff plum of helping second A," said the Bursar. The table fell silent. "Did anyone understand that?" said Ridcully. The Bursar was not technically insane. He had passed through the rapids of insanity som time previously, and was now sculling around in some peaceful pool on the other side. He was quite often coherent, although not by normal human standards.

Oh... and Bacon Surprise.' REALLY? WHAT IS SO SURPRISING ABOUT BACON? 'I don't know. I suppose it comes as something of a shock to the pig.

Many an ancient lord's last words had been, "You can't kill me because I've got magic aaargh.

That bit where that lad sprang backwards right across the room with them axes in his hands was impressive, though." "Yeah." "You didn't ought to have stuck your sword out like that, I thought." "He's learned an important lesson." "It won't do him much good now where he's gone.

There was, he thought, probably something in the idea that there were only a few people in the world. There were lots of bodies, but only a few people. That's why you kept running into the same ones.