The Color Of Magic Quotes
"Where it licked the Wizards' Quarter it burned blue and green and was even laced with strange sparks of the eighth colour, octarine."
"The smoke from the merry burning rose miles high, in a wind-sculpted black column that could be seen across the whole of the discworld."
"One can't help feeling, though, a – well, a momentary—"
"'All the treasure houses,' said the small man. He added thoughtfully, 'Do gems burn, I wonder? 'Tis said they're kin to coal.'"
"'It's just that I'm suffering from an overdose of terror right now. I mean, when I've got over that then I'll have time to be decently frightened of you.'"
"'If complete and utter chaos was lightning, then he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting "All gods are bastards".'"
"'It allows the weak to walk fearlessly among thieves, it passes through the strongest doors to leach the most protected treasuries.'"
"The twin city of proud Ankh and pestilent Morpork, of which all the other cities of time and space are, as it were, mere reflections, has stood many assaults in its long and crowded history and has always risen to flourish again."
"'The Agatean Empire,' he said. 'A place where gold is so common that it is used to make the chains for slaves, the cages for animals and the roofs of the great palaces.'"
"'What's his name?' said Bravd, who tended to lag behind in conversations."
"'You,' said Rincewind, dismounting, 'do not know the half of it.'"
"'No,' said Rincewind. 'Not precisely. Let's just say that if complete and utter chaos was lightning, then he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting "All gods are bastards".'"
"Denied its usual egress, the river had burst its banks and was pouring down the fire-ravaged streets."
"'It makes men rich by destroying their possessions, it allows the weak to walk fearlessly among thieves, it passes through the strongest doors to leach the most protected treasuries.'"
"'All the gold, melting and running down the gutters,' said the big one, ignoring him."
"'There go all those little alleyways,' he said. 'I liked them.'"
"The wizard rubbed a red-raw hand across his eyes. 'I was there when it started. See him? Back there?' He pointed back down the road to where his travelling companion was still approaching, having adopted a method of riding that involved falling out of the saddle every few seconds."
"When one foot is stuck in the Grey Miasma of H'rull it is much easier to step right in and sink rather than prolong the struggle."
"The enormity of this lie was so great that its ripples did in fact spread out on one of the lower astral planes."
"It's easy to operate,' said Twoflower, ignoring him. 'Look, all you have to do is press this button. The iconograph does the rest."
"Magic is one thing, and reflected-sound-of-underground-spirits is another."
"It could be worse,' he said by way of farewell. 'It could be me."
"Every word fell as heavily as slabs of marble; moreover, Rincewind was certain that he was the only one who heard them."
"One interesting side-effect of the fire in Ankh-Morpork concerns the inn-sewer-ants policy, which left the city through the ravaged roof of the Broken Drum."
"Gold is gold,' he said finally. 'How can a man with plenty of gold consider himself poor? You're either poor or rich. It stands to reason.'"
"The disc gods themselves, despite the splendour of the world below them, are seldom satisfied."
"It is embarrassing to know that one is a god of a world that only exists because every improbability curve must have its far end."
"Tourist, Rincewind had decided, meant 'idiot'."
"Disliking him would be like kicking a puppy."
"The universe was ruled by logic and the harmony of numbers, but the plain fact of the matter was that the disc was manifestly traversing space on the back of a giant turtle."
"There was a faint sound, hardly louder than the noise of the bees in the rosemary by the road."
"The concerted yelp of pain as the pack fought to escape the furious cloud echoed among the trees."
"The gods had a habit of going round to atheists' houses and smashing their windows."
"'What I think is, the point is, well, you know octiron?'"
"All wizards get like that,' he said. 'It's the quicksilver fumes. Rots their brains. Mushrooms, too.'"
"Chance had been an early casualty, running her hero into a full house of armed gnolls."
"The nature of the two eyes of the Fate of the discworld was this: that while at a mere glance they were simply dark, a closer look would reveal – too late! – that they were but holes opening on to a blackness so remote, so deep."
"A spell is still a spell even when imprisoned temporarily in parchment and ink. It has potency."
"He had broken through the terror barrier, perhaps, and was in the dead calm state of mind that lies on the other side."
"It doesn't matter which way we go, we'll end up in the centre."
"It could be worse, this could have been an anvil."
"If we're talking about anyone being dead, remember whose sword is in which hand."
"Either dragons should exist completely or fail to exist at all."
"Closing his eyes wasn't much better, because it gave his imagination full rein."
"His streaming eyes saw the impossibly inverted mountain rearing out of the deep forested valley like a trumpet in a tub of moss."
"The wizard screamed as the dark spread and enfolded him."
"Then he made out the thousands of tiny rings that studded the ceiling."
"'You're your own worst enemy, Rincewind,' said the sword."
"'Defeatist! That's because I'm going to be defeated!'"
"'I-I'm Rincewind of Ankh,' he managed to gasp."
"To Rincewind's eyes the world was suddenly lit by a flickering octarine light, tinged with violet as photons impacted on the sudden magical aura."
"Rincewind knew himself to be almost certainly the worst wizard on the discworld since he knew but one spell."
"Dragons flying around in the sky, breathing flames . . ."
"'You don't think so? Imagine every moment being at one and the same time a distant memory and a nasty surprise and you'll see what I mean.'"
"'A man in my position, he can't afford to be anything else, he's got to consider his image.'"
"'I kill in my own time,' he said. 'In any case, killing unconscious people isn't right.'"
"It wasn't the actual falling, it was the hitting he . . ."
"I wonder if dragons can fly all the way to the stars? Now that would be something..."
"The man you seek is talking to the dragonwoman."
"Around the arena the dragons started to bay."
"Lord Greicha!" whispered the old Loremaster, as the universe flickered around him.
"When I have investigated it fully, I will let you know."
"Wake up!" he shouted, above the roar of the wind. "Dragons! Think of dragons!"
"IT WON'T WORK, laughed a voice like the dull tolling of a funereal bell, YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN THEM."
"It had been a long time in the making. Now it was almost completed."
"Craft, indeed," said the astronomer, and smiled.
"There was definitely less horizon than there ought to be."
"I can't see the sense in panicking," said Twoflower calmly.
"It is the Rimbow," said a voice immediately behind his left ear, "and you are fortunate indeed to be looking at it. From above, at any rate."
"Courage is hard to come by, here on the Edge."
"Every night I come out here and look down," he finished, "and I never jump."
"Amazing," said Twoflower, and leaned further out over the Edge. "There are lots of other worlds out there?"
"Tough buns," snapped Rincewind. "This is a rough universe."
"It wouldn't have harmed me," said the troll, "but nevertheless I am hurt. Deeply hurt."
"Sometimes I think a man could wander across the disc all his life and not see everything there is to see," said Twoflower. "And now it seems there are lots of other worlds as well. When I think I might die without seeing a hundredth of all there is to see it makes me feel, well, humble, I suppose. And very angry, of course."
"No, that wouldn't work," said Rincewind. "Hate is an attracting force, just like love. They really loathe it, the very idea of it revolts them."
"I've seen excitement, and I've seen boredom. And boredom was best."
"You are a man of great cunning and artifice. You laugh in the face of Death."
"Everyone has gods. You just don't think they're gods."
"All those worlds!" said Twoflower. "It's fantastic!"
"Well, you said yourself we have no way of escaping," said Twoflower. "Anything's better than being sacrificed."
"The sea is full of monsters," he said. "It is one of its prime attributes. Have it dealt with."
"Magicians!" he screamed. "Where are my magicians?"
"Well," sighed Twoflower at last, "there goes the Luggage."
"Don't you believe it," said Rincewind. "Sapient pearwood is totally impervious to all known forms of magic. It's been constructed to follow you anywhere."
"Stars," said the tourist. "Worlds. The whole damn sky full of worlds. Places no-one will ever see. Except me."
"You can't just be killed by Death; there has to be a reason," said Rincewind.
"I'm not sure it's actually possible for you to do evil," said Crawly sarcastically. Aziraphale didn't notice the tone.
"Funny thing is," said Crawly, "I keep wondering whether the apple thing wasn't the right thing to do, as well."