There is always a choice. You mean I could choose certain death? A choice nevertheless, or perhaps an alternative. You see I believe in freedom. Not many people do, although they will of course protes...
Then Carrot said, It's better to light a candle than curse the darkness, captain. That's what they say.What? Vimes' sudden rage was like a thunderclap. Who says that? When has that ever been true? It'...
The world is a globe — the farther you sail, the closer to home you are.
The stories never said why she was wicked. It was enough to be an old woman, enough to be all alone, enough to look strange because you have no teeth. It was enough to be called a witch. If it came to...
The reason that clichés become clichés is that they are the hammers and screwdrivers in the toolbox of communication.
The monk solved his immediate problem by giving a little whimper and fainting.
The invisible people knew that happiness is not the natural state of mankind, and is never achieved from the outside in.
The Truth Shall Make Ye Fret. [Fred. Free.]
Susan says, don't get afraid, get angry.
Sometimes I dream that we could deal with the big crimes, that we could make a law for countries and not just for people,
Seeing things a human shouldn't have to see makes us human.
Red sky at night, the city's alight.
People ought to think for themselves... The problem is, people only think for themselves if you tell them to. (Corporal Carrot)
Old terror crouched in the shadows. It was one of the most ancient terrors, the one that meant that no sooner had mankind learned to walk on two legs than it dropped to its knees. It was the terror of...
Occasionally he would very nearly swear.
Mr Vimes, said Mrs Winkings, ve cannot help but notice that you still haf not employed any of our members in the Vatch...Say 'Watch', why don't you? Vimes thought. I know you can. Let the twenty-third...
Most witches don’t believe in gods. They know that the gods exist, of course. They even deal with them occasionally. But they don’t believe in them. They know them too well. It would be like believing...
Most horses don't walk backwards voluntarily, because what they can't see doesn't exist.
Mort was already aware that love made you feel hot and cold and cruel and weak, but he hadn't realized that it could make you stupid.
Magic never dies. It merely fades away.