After all, when you seek advice from someone it's certainly not because you want them to give it. You just want them to be there while you talk to yourself.
A man walked across the moors from Razorback to Lancre town without seeing a single marshlight, head-less dog, strolling tree, ghostly coach or comet, and had to be taken in by a tavern and given a dr...
A bad hunter chases, a good hunter waits.
Rational thoughts made out of insane components.
Roland de Chumsfanleigh (it wasn't his fault).
(...) perfectly ordinary books, printed on commonplace paper in mundane ink. It would be a mistake to think that they weren't also dangerous, just because reading them didn't make fireworks go off in...
Mister Rob Anybody and sundry others?" said one of the figures in a dreadful voice."There's naebody here o' that name!" shouted Rob Anybody. "We dinna know anythin'!""We have here a list of criminal a...
Zoology, eh? That's a big word, isn't it.No, actually it isn't, said Tiffany. Patronizing is a big word. Zoology is really quite short.
You just put that sword away, sir, please, said the voice of Lance-Constable Vimes. You will not shoot me, you young idiot. That would be murder, said the captain calmly. Not where I'm aiming, sir.
You can't trust folk songs. They always sneak up on you.
Whoever had created humanity had left in a major design flaw.It was its tendency to bend at the knees.
When I am old I shall wear midnight.
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 a place! What a situation! What kind of man would put a known criminal in charge of a major branch of government? Apart from, say, the average voter.
Welcome to the world, he said wearily. You get used to it after a while.
We spray our fantasies on the landscape like a dog sprays urine. It turns it into ours. Once we’ve invented our gods and demons, we can propitiate or exorcize them.Once we’ve put fairies in the sinist...
Watering down the currency of expression, causing anything to mean whatever you want it to mean, until nothing is meant and nothing is precise.
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.
Trouble is, just because things are obvious doesn't mean they're true.