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“Twoflower was a tourist, the first ever seen on the discworld. Tourist, Rincewind had decided, meant 'idiot'.”
― Terry Pratchett, The Color of Magic

“He'sh mad?"
"Sort of mad. But mad with lots of money."
"Ah, then he can’t be mad. I've been around; if a man hash lotsh of money he'sh just ecshentric.”
― Terry Pratchett, The Light Fantastic

“Twoflower didn't just look at the world through rose-tinted spectacles, Rincewind knew--he looked at it through a rose-tinted brain, too, and heard it through rose-tinted ears.”
― Terry Pratchett, The Light Fantastic

“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

“That's old Twoflower, Rincewind thought. It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate beauty, he just appreciates it in his own way. I mean, if a poet sees a daffodil he stares at it and writes a long poem about it, but Twoflower wanders off to find a book on botany. He just looks at things, but nothing he looks at is ever the same again. Including me, I suspect.”
― Terry Pratchett, The Light Fantastic

“You see," the tourist went on, "you know that thing you do with seaweed?"
Bethan, brought up on the Vortex Plains, had only heard of the sea in stories, and had decided she didn't like it. She looked blank.
"Eat it?"
"No, what you do is, you hang it up outside your door, and it tells you if it's going to rain."
Another thing Bethan had learned was that there was no real point in trying to understand anything Twoflower said, and that all anyone could do was run alongside the conversation and hope to jump on it as it turned a corner.
"I see," she said.
"Rincewind is like that, you see."
"Like seaweed."
"Yes. If there was anything at all to be frightened about, he'd be frightened. But he's not. The star is just about the only thing I've ever seen him not frightened of. If he's not worried, then take it from me, there's nothing to be worried about."
"It's not going to rain?" said Bethan.
"Well, no, metaphorically speaking."
"Oh." Bethan decided not to ask what "metaphorically" meant, in case it had something to do with seaweed.”
― Terry Pratchett, The Light Fantastic

“Perhaps it was the spell, in its years of living in Rincewind's head, that affected his eyes. Perhaps his time with Twoflower, who only saw things as they ought to be, had taught him to see things as they are.”
― Terry Pratchett, The Light Fantastic

“MeÅŸe palamutlarım var isterseniz" dedi aÄŸaç, yardım etmek istercesine.
Nemli sessizlikte öylece oturdular bir an için.
"Rincewind, ağaç dedi ki-"
"Ağaçlar konuşamaz," diye kestirip attı Rincewind. "Bunu hatırlamak çok önemli."
"Ama demin duydun-"
Rincewind iç çekti. "Bak," dedi. "Basit biyoloji, tamam mı? Konuşmak için doğru donanıma sahip olmak gerek, tıpkı ciğerler, dudaklar ve-"
"Ses telleri" dedi ağaç.
"Evet, onlara." dedi Rincewind. Susup kasvetle yaÄŸmura baktı.”
― Terry Pratchett, The Light Fantastic

“What happens after a ship goes over the Rimfall?" said Twoflower.
"Who knows?"
"Well in that case perhaps we'll just sail on through space and land on another world." A faraway look came into the little man's eyes. "I'd like that," he said.
Rincewind snorted.”
― Terry Pratchett, The Color of Magic