The sun rose slowly, as if it wasn't sure it was worth all the effort.
The philosopher Didactylos has summed up an alternative hypothesis as Things just happen. What the hell.
The people of Ankh-Morpork had a straightforward, no-nonsense approach to entertainment, and while they were looking forward to seeing a dragon slain, they'd be happy to settle instead for seeing some...
The nice thing about artificial intelligence is that at least it's better than artificial stupidity.
The men in the room suddenly realized that they did not want to know her better. She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distanc...
The human mind was a deep and abiding mystery and the Librarian was glad he didn't have one anymore.
The good are innocent and create justice. The bad are guilty, which is why they invent mercy.
The games we play are lessons we learn. The assumptions we make, things we ignore, and things we change make us what we become.
The first words that are read by seekers of enlightenment in the secret, gong-banging, yeti-haunted valleys near the hub of the world, are when they look into The Life of Wen the Eternally Surprised.T...
The demon coughed nervously. Demons do not breathe; however, every intelligent being, whether it breathes or not, coughs nervously at some time in its life. And this was one of them as far as the demo...
The city wasa, wasa, wasa wossname. Thing. . Thass what it was. Woman. Roaring, ancient, centuries old. Strung you along, let you fall in thingy, love, with her, then kicked you inna, inna, thingy. Th...
The captain glared at him. The sergeant put on the poker face that has been handed down from NCO to NCO ever since one protoamphibian told another, lower-ranking protoamphibian to muster a squad of ne...
The Truth Shall Make Ye Fret. [Fred. Free.]
The Monks of Cool, whose tiny and exclusive monastery is hidden in a really cool and laid-back valley in the lower Ramtops, have a passing-out test for a novice. He is taken into a room full of all ty...
The Kraken stirs. And ten billion sushi dinners cry out for vengeance.
The was written by a Klatchian necromancer known to the world as Achmed the Mad, although he preferred to be called Achmed the I Just Get These Headaches. It is said that the book was written in one...
That’s what the gods are! An answer that will do! Because there’s food to be caught and babies to be born and life to be lived and so there is no time for big, complicated, and worrying answers! Pleas...
That, lad, he said proudly, was some of the worst poetry I have heard for a long time. It was offensive to the ear and a torrrture to the soul....We'll make a gonnagle out of ye yet!
That's what's so stupid about the whole magic thing, you know. You spend twenty years learning the spell that makes nude virgins appear in your bedroom, and then you're so poisoned by quicksilver fume...
That was how it worked. No magic at all. But that time it had been magic. And it didn’t stop being magic just because you found out how it was done.