You couldn’t say: It’s not my fault. You couldn’t say: It’s not my responsibility. You could say: I will deal with this. You didn’t have to want to. But you had to do it.
You had to hand it to the Patrician, he admitted grudgingly. If you didn't, he sent men to come and take it away.
You were a wizard. What caused all that?I think it was probably an inexplicable phenomenon, said Windle. There’s a lot of them about, for some reason. I wish I knew why.
You'll see! We're going to the palace. Fetch Angua. We might need her. And bring the search warrant.
At least nine-tenths of all the original reality ever created lies outside the multiverse, and since the multiverse by definition includes absolutely everything that is anything, this puts a bit of a...
But what should we do when the highborn and wealthy take to crime? Indeed, if a poor man will spend a year in prison for stealing out of hunger, how high would the gallows need to be to hang the rich...
En el interior de cada anciano, hay un joven preguntándose qué demonios ha pasado.
Inn-sewer-ants-polly-sea.
No one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away—until the clock he wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harve...
Several hundred thousand dollars in a challenging, relevant, and exciting systemic overhaul of our entire organization, focusing on our core competencies while maintaining full and listening cooperati...
The queen appeared as innocent as one of those mountains which smoke a little, and then one day end up causing a whole civilization to become an art installation
They were in every colour sweets can be, such as Not-Really-Raspberry Red, Fake-Lemon Yellow, Curiously-Chemical Orange, Some-Kind-of-Acidy Green and Who-Knows-What Blue.
Plants on the disc, while including the categories known commonly as annuals, which were sown this year to come up later this year, biennials, sown this year to grow next year, and perennials, sown th...
The disc's greatest lovers were undoubtedly Mellius and Gretelina, whose pure, passionate and soul-searing affair would have scorched the pages of History if they had not, because of some unexplained...
. . had decided what to do, which was to smile like the morning sun with a knife in its teeth.
'I thought the rule was that all monks were shaved.''Oh, Soto says he is bald under the hair,'said Lu Tze. 'He says the hair is a separate creature that just happens to live on him.
Either the gods are there whether you believe or not, or exist only as a function of the belief, so either way you might as well ignore the whole business...
For the first time Rincewind saw the troll.It wasn’t half so bad as he had imagined.Umm, said his imagination after a while.It wasn’t that the troll was horrifying. Instead of the rotting, betentacled...
The little man's total obliviousness to all forms of danger somehow made danger so discouraged that it gave up and went away.
They wore their hair long like a poet who hopes that romantically flowing locks will make up for a wretched inability to find a rhyme for daffodil.
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