"All right, all right, I really didn't want to go into this, but it's against my religion," said Moist, who'd had time to think. "We're forbidden to have any image made of us. It removes part of our soul, you know."
"And you believe that?" said Sacharissa. "Really?"
"Er, no. No. Of course not. Not as such. But you can't treat religion as a sort of buffet, can you? I mean, you can't say yes please, Ill have some of the Celestial Paradise and a helping of the Divine Plan but go easy on the kneeling and none of the Prohibition of Images, they give me wind. It's table d'hote or nothing, otherwise... well, it would be silly."
Terry Pratchett, Going Postal (p.166)
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