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The rooftops of Ankh-Morpork sprouted a fine array of gargoyles even in normal times, but now they were alive with as ghastly an array of faces as ever were seen outside a woodcut about the evils of gin-drinking among the non-woodcut-buying classes.

— Guards! Guards! by Terry Pratchett, Ben Aaronovitch, Peter Serafinowicz, and 2 others (Discworld, #8)

“It's the history we've got these days,” said Lu-Tze. "Very shoddy stuff, lord. I have to patch it up all the time-

"Yes, Yes-

“We used to get much better history in the old days.”

— Small Gods by Terry Pratchett, Andy Serkis, Peter Serafinowicz, and 1 other

Belief was the food of the gods. But they also needed a shape. Gods became what people believed they ought to be. So the Goddess of Wisdom carried a penguin. It could have happened to any god. It should have been an owl. Everyone knew that. But one bad sculptor who had only ever had an owl described to him makes a mess of a statue, belief steps in, next thing you know the Goddess of Wisdom is lumbered with a bird that wears evening dress the whole time and smells of fish. You gave a god its shape, like a jelly fills a mold. Gods often became your father, said Abraxas the Agnostic. Gods became a big beard in the sky, because when you were three years old that was your father. Of course Abraxas survived . . . This thought arrived sharp and cold, out of the part of his own mind that Brutha could still call his own. Gods didn't mind atheists, if they were deep, hot, fiery atheists like Simony, who spend their whole life not believing, spend their whole life hating gods for not existing. That sort of atheism was a rock. It was nearly belief.

— Small Gods by Terry Pratchett, Andy Serkis, Peter Serafinowicz, and 1 other

Fear is strange soil. Mainly it grows obedience like corn, which grows in rows and makes weeding easy. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.

— Small Gods by Terry Pratchett, Andy Serkis, Peter Serafinowicz, and 1 other