People went looking to find themselves and what they found was somebody else.
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You’d better tell me what you know, toad, said Tiffany. Miss Tick isn’t here. I am.Another world is colliding with this one, said the toad. There. Happy now? That’s what Miss Tick thinks. But it’s hap...
Yes, sir, but the Librarian likes bananas, sir.Very nourishin' fruit, Mr Stibbons.Yes, sir. Although, funnily enough it's not actually a fruit, sir.Really?Yes, sir. Botanically, it's a type of fish, s...
Words are the litmus paper of the mind.
When all else failed, she tried being reasonable.
What good's a god who gives you everything you want?
Well, basically, there are two sorts of opera, said Nanny, who also had the true witch's ability to be confidently expert on the basis of no experience whatsoever.
To his mild surprise, the men were still out in the yard. Someone had even hung up the swordsmanship targets, which would certainly be helpful if the watch-men were faced with an enemy who was armless...
Things that try to look like things often do look more like things than things.
They put it like that?' said Glenda, wide-eyed.'Oh, you know the sort of thing if you read the papers a lot,' said Ponder. 'I seriously think they think that it is their job to calm people down by fir...
They didn't have to be funny — they were jokes.
There was this about vampires : they could never look scruffy. Instead, they were... what was the word... deshabille. It meant untidy, but with bags and bags of style.
The three thieves looked around. As their eyes grew accustomed to the gloom, they received a general impression of armourality, with strong overtones of helmetness.
The fastest way to travel is to be there already.
The calendar of the Theocracy of Muntab counts down, not up. No-one knows why, but it might not be a good idea to hang around and find out.
The aristocrats, if such they could be called, generally hated the whole concept of the train on the basis that it would encourage the lower classes to move about and not always be available.
Sometimes the truth is arrived at by adding all the little lies together and deducting them from the totality of what is known.
Someone broke from the scrum and, punching and kicking, staggered towards the Klatchian goal.Isn't that man your butler? said Ahmed.Yes.One of your soldiers said he bit a man's nose off.Vimes shrugged...
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.