Then it came to her. She did deserve to die. And she was alone. She never would be. Not while her land was beneath her boots. land. The land of the Achings.She was Tiffany Aching. Not Granny Weathe...
Humans had built a world inside the world, which reflected it in pretty much the same way as a drop of water reflected the landscape. And yet ... and yet ...Inside this little world they had taken pai...
Have - have you got an appointment?' he said.'I don't know,' said Carrot. 'Have we got an appointment?''I've got an iron ball with spikes on,' Nobby volunteered.'That's a morningstar, Nobby.''Is it?''...
Once you gave a thing a name you gave it a life.
Murder was in fact a fairly uncommon event in Ankh-Morpork, but there were a lot of suicides. Walking in the night-time alleyways of The Shades was suicide. Asking for a short in a dwarf bar was suici...
Everyone has gods. You just don't think they're gods.
Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?
Truth! Freedom! Justice! And a hard-boiled egg!
Sybil’s female forebears had valiantly backed up their husbands as distant embassies were besieged, had given birth on a camel or in the shade of a stricken elephant, had handed around the little gold...
Everybody has somebody. It could be a friend, a lover, a spouse, a writing partner, or even That One Person You See At The Coffee Shop each day. Sometimes they exist to comfort you. Sometimes they exi...
You are very clever, said the old man shyly. I would like to eat your brains, one day.For some reason the books of etiquette that Daphne's grandmother had forced on her didn't quite deal with this. Of...
You are in favour of the common people? said Dragon mildly.The common people? said Vimes. They’re nothing special. They’re no different from the rich and powerful except they’ve got no money or power....
The thief, as will become apparent, was a special type of thief. This thief was an artist of theft. Other thieves merely stole everything that was not nailed down, but this thief stole the nails as we...
And what do you really do? asked Tiffany. The thin witch hesitatied for a moment, and then: We look to ... the edges, said Mistress Weatherwax. There's a lot of edges, more than people know. Between l...
If you have enough book space, I don't want to talk to you.
The intelligence of the creature known as a crowd, is the square root of the number of people in it.
The hippo of recollection stirred in the muddy waters of the mind.
Susan hated Literature. She'd much prefer to read a good book.
Racism was not a problem on the Discworld, because—what with trolls and dwarfs and so on—speciesism was more interesting. Black and white lived in perfect harmony and ganged up on green.
People are content to wait a long time for salvation, but expect dinner to turn up within the hour.