It was like being in a Jane Austen novel, but one with far less clothing.
It was amazing how many people spent their whole lives in places where they never intended to stay.
It looked like the sort of book described in library catalogues as 'slightly foxed', although it would be more honest to admit that it looked as though it had been badgered, wolved and possibly beared...
It is in the nature of the universe that the person who always keeps you waiting ten minutes will, on the day you are ten minutes tardy, have been ready ten minutes early and will make a point of not...
It is important that we know where we come from, because if you do not know where you come from, then you don't know where you are, and if you don't know where you are, you don't know where you're goi...
It is a popular fact that nine-tenths of the brain is not used and, like most popular facts, it is wrong. Not even the most stupid Creator would go to the trouble of making the human head carry around...
In the swamp the alligators drifted like patches of bad-assed water.
In short, what people think they want is news, but what they really crave is olds.
In order to have a change of fortune at the last minute, you have to take your fortune to the last minute.
If there's one thing that really annoys a god, it's not knowing something.
If I were you, I'd sue my face for slander.
I? KILL? said Death, obviously offended. CERTAINLY NOT. PEOPLE GET KILLED, BUT THAT'S THEIR BUSINESS. I JUST TAKE OVER FROM THEN ON. AFTER ALL, IT'D BE A BLOODY STUPID WORLD IF PEOPLE GOT KILLED WITHO...
I've been given something for a while, and the price of it is that I have to give it back.
I'm not cruel, sir, I won't shoot you in the guts, but I will make you realize how much you took your toes for granted.
I'm not bloody well going to have it, understand? Vimes shouted, shaking the ape back and forth.Oook, the Librarian pointed out, patiently.What? Oh. Sorry. Vimes lowered the ape, who wisely didn't mak...
I can see we're going to get along like a house on fire, said Miss Tick. There may be no survivors.
I am a bundle of suppressed instincts held together with spit and coffee.
History has to be observed. Otherwise it’s not history. It’s just … well, things happening one after another.
His mind worked fast, flying in emergency supplies of common sense, as human minds do, to construct a huge anchor in sanity and prove that what happened hadn't really happened and, if it had happened,...
Her singing always cheered him up. Life seemed so much brighter when she stopped.