* The meeting with Ephebe's Tyrant, particularly:
-->'''Vorbis''': Slave is an Ephebian word. In Om we have no word for slave.\\
'''Tyrant''': So I understand. I imagine that fish have no word for water.
* Brutha's speech on death:
-->'''Simony''': We died for lies, for ''centuries'' we died for lies. Now we've got a truth to die for!\\
'''Brutha''': No. Men should die for lies. But the truth is too precious to die for.
* Brutha's death (of extreme old age), where he meets Death at the beginning of the desert crossing, then discovers that [[spoiler:TautologicalTemplar Vorbis]] has spent the entire hundred years since his own death[[note]]though, as Death notes, '''[[foldercontrol]]
[[folder: time is different there. More personal. A hundred years can pass like infinity ]]
'''.[[/note]] cowering there, too afraid to move or pass on, trapped in an IronicHell entirely fitting his vile deeds. Even ''Death'' offers the opinion that he's getting what he deserves. But Brutha feels otherwise, [[spoiler: taking his enemy's hand to guide him across the last desert]].
--> '''Brutha''': Yes. He's [[spoiler:Vorbis]]. But I'm me.
** Also a Crowning Moment of Awesome: one thing everyone agrees about Vorbis is that his superpower -- the real evil that he commits -- is that he makes other people become like him. Most other people, apparently... but not Brutha.
* All the prayers offered up in the Place by the villagers, who have genuine sorrows to voice, yet can't obtain any relief from them. Not only do they not genuinely believe there's anyone listening, but Om hadn't actually been able to hear the words until he became a tortoise, and he ''can't'' help them once he is one.
* After spending most of the book being a JerkAss in the way only a Discworld god can manage, Om regains his power...and directly afterward, heads for Cori Celesti to stop a war threatening Omnia, and more specifically Brutha, his new Prophet. He finds the other gods playing dice with the lives of their believers, and with his newly-gained perspective (and quite a lot of ''very convinced'' believers on his side now), Om beats the tar out of 80% of the Discworld pantheon single-handed, then strong-arms each of them into simultaneously delivering the following message to their own believers on the battlefield:
--> I. This Is Not A Game.
--> II. Here And Now, You Are Alive.
* The Small God whom Om speaks to in the desert. All it can do is to recite a disjointed MadnessMantra about its former glory, but it no longer knows its own name. And Om would have ended up exactly like it, if not for Brutha.