Fresh wounds, said Angua. But one of them did shoot one of the other in the leg by accident. I think you'd better put in your report as -self inflicted- wounds while resisting arrest, said Vimes.
Everyone should occasionally break the law in some small and delightful way, Drumknott. It’s good for the hygiene of the brain.
Even if it's not your fault, it's your responsibility.
Don't
Destiny was funny stuff, he knew. You couldn’t trust it. Often you couldn’t even see it. Just when you knew you had it cornered, it turned out to be something else—coincidence, maybe, or providence. Y...
Decided to put aside ethnic differences in the cause of making more money.
Death was standing behind a lectern, poring over a map. He looked at Mort as if he wasn’t entirely there.Yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Bᴀʏ Oғ Mᴀɴᴛᴇ, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ? he said.No, sir, said Mort.Fᴀᴍᴏᴜs sʜɪᴘᴡʀᴇᴄᴋ ᴛʜ...
Chaos is found in greatest abundance wherever order is being sought. It always defeats order, because it is better organized.
And what would humans be without love?RARE, said Death.
An hour ago Cutwell had thumbed through the index of The Monster Fun Grimoire and had cautiously assembled a number of common household ingredients and put a match to them.Funny thing about eyebrows,...
Colon has always thought that heroes had some special kind of clockwork that made them go out and die famously for god, country and apple pie, or whatever particular delicacy their mother made. It had...
Wisdom comes from experience. Experience is often a result of lack of wisdom.
[The pamphlet] was very patriotic. That is, it talked about killing foreigners.
You could say to the universe this is not fair. And the universe would say: Oh, isn’t it? Sorry.
Whoever had created humanity had left in a major design flaw.It was its tendency to bend at the knees.
What is magic?There is the wizard's explanation... wizards talk about candles, circles, planets, stars, bananas, chants, runes and the importance of having at least four good meals every day.
What did they feed the lions and tigers with in the ark, sir?
Welcome to the world, he said wearily. You get used to it after a while.
Vimes stalked gloomily through the crowded streets, feeling like the only pickled onion in a fruit salad.
Vimes had got around to a Clean Desk policy. It was a Clean Floor strategythat eluded him at the moment.