It was sad, like those businessmen who came to work in serious clothes but wore colorful ties in a mad, desperate attempt to show there was a free spirit in there somewhere.
It was impossible for him to get bored. He just didn't have the imagination.
In fact he was incurably insane and hallucinated more or less continuously, but by a remarkable stroke of lateral thinking his fellow wizards had reasoned that, in that case, the whole business could...
In Genua, someone set out to make dreams come true. Remember some of your dreams?
If complete and utter chaos was lightning, then he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards!
I wonder if it's like this for mountain climbers, he thought. You climb bigger and bigger mountains and you know that one day one of them is going to be just that bit too steep. But you go on doing it...
I reckon responsible behavior is something to get when you grow older. Like varicose veins.
I did start out in witchcraft to get boys, to tell you the truth.''Think I don't know that?''What did you start out to get, Esme?'Granny stopped, and looked up at the frosty sky and then down at the g...
I REMEMBER WHEN ALL THIS WILL BE AGAIN.
He'd noticed that sex bore some resemblance to cookery: it fascinated people, they sometimes bought books full of complicated recipes and interesting pictures, and sometimes when they were really hung...
He calculated the number of bricks in the wall, first in twos and then in tens and finally in sixteens. The numbers formed up and marched past his brain in terrified obedience. Division and multiplica...
Gods don't like people not doing much work. People who aren't busy all the time might start to think.
Evil in general does not sleep, and therefore doesn't see why anyone else should.
Captain Vimes believed in logic, in much the same way as a man in a desert believed in ice -- i.e., it was something he really needed, but this just wasn't the world for it.
As for me, some days I believe in God, and some days I do not.Then Dodger said, Is that allowed?Solomon pushed the door open and then fussily began locking it up again behind him. Dodger, you fail to...
And, er, these stories about you...Oh, all true. Most of them. A bit of exaggeration, but mostly true.The one about the Citadel in Muntab and the Pash and the fish bone?Oh, yes.But how did you get in...
And so Mort came at last to the river Ankh, greatest of rivers. Even before it entered the city, it was slow and heavy with the silt of the plains, and by the time it got to The Shades even an agnosti...
And sin, young man, is when you treat people like things.
Lord Vetinari considered the sentence, and found it good. He liked 'tincture' particularly. Tincture. Tincture. It was a distinguished word, and pleasantly countered by the flatness of 'soup'. Yes. In...
That's the most terrible thing about being an author - standing there at your mother's funeral, but you don't switch the author off. So your own innermost thoughts are grist for the mill. Who was it s...