He hated being thought of as one of those people that wore stupid ornamental armor. It was gilt by association.
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 gave Gaspode a long, slow stare, which was like challenging a centipede to an arse-kicking contest.
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.
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....
Goats did have names for themselves, she well knew: there was 'goat who is my kid,' 'goat who is my mother,' 'goat who is herd leader,' and half a dozen other names not least of which was 'goat who is...
For example, the dwarfs found out how to turn lead into gold by doing it the hard way. The difference between that and the easy way is that the hard way works.
First you get the test, and then afterwards you spend years findin’ out how you passed it.
Even our fears make us feel important, because we fear we might not be.
Education had been easy. Learning things had been harder.
Despite rumor, Death isn't cruel--merely terribly, terribly good at his job.
Death strode away, stopped, and came back. He pointed a skeletal finger at The Duck Man.WHY, he said, ARE YOU WALKING AROUND WITH THAT DUCK?What duck?AH. SORRY.
Death stood alone, watching the wheat dance in the wind. Of course, it was only a metaphor. People were more than corn. They whirled through tiny crowded lives, driven literally by clock work, filling...
Crivens!
Credulous: having views about the world, the universe and humanity's place in it that are shared only by very unsophisticated people and the most intelligent and advanced mathematicians and physicists...
Corporal Nobbs, he rasped, why are you kicking people when they’re down? Safest way, sir, said Nobby. Nobby had long ago been told about fighting fair and not striking a fallen opponent, and had then...
Contrary to popular belief, fantasy is not about making things up. The world is stuffed full of things. It is almost impossible to invent any more. No, the role of fantasy as defined by G. K. Chestert...
Cats are like witches. They don’t fight to kill, but to win. There is a difference. There’s no point in killing an opponent. That way, they won’t know they’ve lost, and to be a real winner you have to...
Carrot started to clap.It wasn't the clap used by middlings to encourage underlings to applaud overlings. It had genuine enthusiasm behind it which was, somehow, worse.