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I THINK NOT. I WASN'T CUT OUT TO BE A FATHER, AND CERTAINLY NOT A GRANDAD. I HAVEN'T GOT THE RIGHT KIND OF KNEES.
His progress through life was hampered by his tremendous sense of his own ignorance, a disability which affects all too few.
Hilta laughed like someone who had thought hard about Life and had seen the joke.
He's a bit set in his ways.Congealed, I should think.
He'd missed dogs. Dogs added something that even people didn't, and one of the dogs was sitting by his feet, here in the darkness and the gentle rain. It wasn't bothered much about the rain or what mi...
He was said to have the body of a twenty-five year old, although no-one knew where he kept it.The point was that everyone else had someone, even if in Nobby’s case it was probably against their will.
He wanted to go home. He wanted it so much that he trembled at the thought. But if the price of that was selling good men to the night, if the price was filling those graves, if the price was not figh...
He takes the view that mornings happen to other people. I think I once saw him at breakfast, although possibly it was just someone who looked a bit like him who was lying with their head in the plate...
He sighed. It had come to this. He was a responsible authority, and people could use terms like core values at him with impunity.
He reflected briefly that someone up there was watching over him. 'Thanks a lot,' he said bitterly.
He had never been interested in stories at any age, and had never quite understood the basic concept. He'd never read a work of fiction all the way through. He did remember, as a small boy, being real...
He found that he had this sudden desperate longing for the fuming, smoky streets of Ankh-Morpork, which was always at its best in the spring, when the gummy sheen on the turbid waters of the Ankh Rive...
Guilt was the grease in which the wheels of the authority turned.
Got to be worth a try, I suppose, said Crowley. It's not as if I haven't got lots of other work to do, God knows.His forehead creased for a moment, and then he slapped the steering wheel triumphantly....
Goodbye, Mort said, and was surprised to find a lump in his throat. It’s such an unpleasant word, isn’t it? QUITE SO. Death grinned because, as has so often been remarked, he didn’t have much option....
For the enemy is not Troll, nor it is Dwarf, but it is the baleful, the malign, the cowardly, the vessels of hatred, those who do a bad thing and call it good.
Everybody present laughed nervously, except Lord Vetinari, who just laughed.
Don't be ridiculous, man, said Ridcully, there's no such thing as dwarf smuggling.Yeah? Then what's that you've got there?I'm a giant, said Casanunda.Giants are a lot bigger.I've been ill.
Despite rumor, Death isn't cruel--merely terribly, terribly good at his job.