Sourcery: (Discworld Novel 5) (Discworld series)
“Would you like something to eat?” asked Twoflower. He began to rummage through the bundle that he had tied to the rail, out of the damp. “Don’t you understand?” snarled Rincewind. “We are going over the Edge, godsdammit!” “Can’t we do anything about it?” “No!” “Then I can’t see the sense in panicking,” said Twoflower calmly.
Terry Pratchett • The Color of Magic: A Novel of Discworld
His age was indeterminate. But in cynicism and general world weariness, which is a sort of carbon dating of the personality, he was about seven thousand years old.
Terry Pratchett • Guards! Guards!: (Discworld Novel 8) (Discworld series)
