Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.

Now that’s what I call magic—seein’ all that, dealin’ with all that, and still goin’ on. It’s sittin’ up all night with some poor old man who’s leavin’ the world, taking away such pain as you can, comfortin’ their terror, seein’ ‘em safely on their way…and then cleanin’ ‘em up, layin’ ‘em out, making ‘em neat for the funeral, and helpin’ the weeping widow strip the bed and wash the sheets—which is, let me tell you, no errand for the fainthearted—and stayin’ up the next night to watch over the coffin before the funeral, and then going home and sitting down for five minutes before some shouting angry man comes bangin’ on your door ‘cuz his wife’s havin’ difficulty givin’ birth to their first child and the midwife’s at her wits’ end and then getting up and fetching your bag and going out again…We all do that, in our own way, and she does it better’n me, if I was to put my hand on my heart. That is the root and heart and soul and center of witchcraft, that is. The soul and center!

The Empire's got something worse than whips all right. It's got obedience. Whips in the soul. They obey anyone who tells them what to do. Freedom just means being told what to do by someone different.

Es gab einige Dinge, die selbst hier zu Einigkeit führten: keine weiteren Grundsatzerklärungen, keine konsultativen Dokumente, keine Mitteilungen an die Belegschaft, um die Moral zu verbessern. Dies war die Hölle, na schön, aber alles hatte seine Grenzen.

Es gefiel ihm nicht, daß ER zurück und auch noch zornig war. Wenn irgend etwas, das Großbuchstaben verdiente, in Rincewinds Nähe wütend wurde, so bezog sich die Wut meistens auf ihn.

Meistens herrschte die betäubende Stille von menschlichen Gehirnen, die sich allmählich in Schmelzkäse verwandelten.