[b]Terry Pratchett
Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.[/b]
What have you got to say about that, Mr. Hawking?
Don’t think of it as dying, said Death. Just think of it as leaving early to avoid the rush.
Yeah, sure, there are days I might fall for that.
Five exclamation marks, the sure sign of an insane mind.
That and all capital letters.
God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players [i.e. everybody], to being involved in an obscure and complex variant of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won’t tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.
Ready to ante up?
I’ll be more enthusiastic about encouraging thinking outside the box when there’s evidence of any thinking going on inside it.
No, he means it.
No! Please! I’ll tell you whatever you want to know! the man yelled.
Really? said Vimes. What’s the orbital velocity of the moon?
What?
Oh, you’d like something simpler?
By the way, it’s 2,288 miles per hour.