The Light Fantastic, Terry Pratchett
(Light)
When light encounters a strong magical field it loses all sense of urgency. It slows right down. And on the Discworld the magic was embarrassingly strong, which meant that the soft yellow light of dawn flowed over the sleeping landscape like the caress of a gentle lover or, as some would have it, golden syrup. It paused to fill up valleys. It piled up against mountain ranges. When it reached Cori Celesti... it built up in heaps until it finally crashed in great lazy tsunami as silent as velvet, across the dark landscape beyond.
(Staring)
Galder broke off first- looking at Trymon always bothered him. It had the same disconcerting effect as gazing into a mirror and seeing no one there.
(Oh, Emotions)
"Dead?" said Rincewind. In the debating chamber of his mind a dozen emotions got to their feet and started shouting. Relief was in full spate when Shock cut in on a point of order and then Bewilderment, Terror and Loss started a fight which was ended only when Shame slunk in from next door to see what all the row was about.
(Sane to Insane)
"No one goes mad quicker than a totally sane person."
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