- Rincewind: That's old Twoflower for you. He just appreciates beauty in his own way. I mean, if a poet sees a daffodil, he stares at it and then writes a long poem. But Twoflower would wander off and buy a book on botany, and then as he reads it he would tread on the daffodil.
- Death: Your lifetime is up, Rincewind. I can't hang around all day.
- Rincewind: I can. What have you done with the tourist?
- Death: Nothing. He was lured by the attraction of the Wyrmberg.
- Rincewind: So at least the Patrician won't be sending out his men to kill me just yet then?
- Death: There is a distinct possibility that he may not need to.
- Rincewind: What are you grinning at?
- Death: Oh, I'm sorry. I can't help it. Now, would you be so kind as to let go? It won't hurt.
- Rincewind: Being torn to pieces by wolves won't hurt?
- Death: It would be over very quickly. And of course, they are an endangered species.
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