Puns are the droppings of soaring wits.

Puns are the droppings of soaring wits

...All the shops have been smashed open. There was a whole bunch of people across the street helping themselves to musical instruments, can you believe that?"

"Yeah," said Rincewind. "...Luters, I expect.

He hated being thought of as one of those people that wore stupid ornamental armor. It was gilt by association.

I don't mind if smiles come at my expense, I'm a small price to pay.

Aye Oedipus, yir a complex fucker right enough