“Is one less than fifty-one?” said P’Tang-P’Tang.

“It’s the same,” said Om, firmly. He eyed the back of the Tsortean God’s head.

“But you have thousands,” said the Newt God. “You fight for thousands.”

Om rubbed his forehead. I spent too long down there, he thought. I can’t stop thinking at ground level.

“I think,” he said, “I think, if you want thousands, you have to fight for one.”

- Terry Pratchett, Small Gods