The monk solved his immediate problem by giving a little whimper and fainting.
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...
Rincewind trudged back up the beach. The trouble is, he said, is that things never get better, they just stay the same, only more so.
Nevertheless, it bothered Vimes, even though he'd got really good at the noises and would go up against any man in his rendition of the HRUUUGH! But is this a book for a city kid? When would ever hea...
A voice said: One. One. One, two. One, two. Then the footsteps went back into the distance. After a while, another voice said: One, two, three, four- And the universe came into being. It was wrong to...
There was a party of well-dressed people with Gilt, and as they progressed accoss the room the whole place began to revolve around the big man, gold being very dense and having a gravity all of its ow...
Ninety percent of true love is acute, ear-burning embarrassment.
Aargh! I’m too short for this shit!
There's no educating a smart boy.
If women were as good as men they'd be a lot better!
Night poured over the desert. It came suddenly, in purple. In the clear air, the stars drilled down out of the sky, reminding any thoughtful watcher that it is in the deserts and high places that reli...
He said it was better to belong where you don't belong than not to belong where you used to belong, remembering when you used to belong there.
There is always time for another last minute
Smaller-than-Medium-Jock-but-bigger-than-Wee-Jock-Jock
It's beautiful, said Mort softly. What is it?THE SUN IS UNDER THE DISC, said Death.Is it like this every night?EVERY NIGHT, said Death. NATURE'S LIKE THAT.Doesn't anyone know?ME. YOU. THE GODS. GOOD,...
In an instant he became aware that the tourist was about to try his own peculiar brand of linguistics, which meant that he would speak loudly and slowly in his own language.
Vimes woke in damp and utter darkness with sand under his cheek. Some parts of his body reported for duty, others protested that they had a note from their mother.
If failure had no penalty success would not be a prize.
He'd never asked for an exciting life. What he really liked, what he sought on every occasion, was boredom. The trouble was that boredom tended to explode in your face. Just when he thought he'd found...
It’s a metaphor of human bloody existence, a dragon. And if that wasn’t bad enough, it’s also a bloody great hot flying thing.
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