Hah! said Granny Weatherwax. I should just say it is a folk song! I knows all about folk songs. Hah! You think you're listenin' to a nice song about...cuckoos and fiddlers and nightingales and whatnot...
He couldn’t help remembering how much he’d wanted a puppy when he was a little boy. Mind you, they’d been starving – anything with meat on it would have done.
He quite liked the English. They tended to say sorry a lot, which was quite understandable given their heritage and the crimes of their ancestors.
He sagged to his knees. He ached all over. It wasn't just that his brain was writing cheques that his body couldn't cash. It had gone beyond that. Now his feet were borrowing money that his legs hadn'...
He says gods like to see an atheist around. Gives them something to aim at.
He stared at his feet. I’m still very ignorant, he said, but at least I’m ignorant about really important things.
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 was up against a mind that regarded truth as a reference point but certainly not as a shackle.
He's going to arrest the Patrician, Vimes told himself, the thought trickling through his brain like an icy rivulet. He's actually going to arrest the Patrician. The supreme ruler. He's going to arres...
Here's what I suggest, he said. You pretend that rats can think, and I'll promise to pretend that humans can think, too.
His movements could be called cat-like, except that he did not stop to spray urine up against things.
His philosophy was a mixture of three famous schools -- the Cynics, the Stoics and the Epicureans -- and summed up all three of them in his famous phrase, 'You can't trust any bugger further than you...
Horses, Death felt, shouldn’t grin. Any horse that was grinning was planning something.
How do they rise up?
Humans are always slightly lost. It's a basic characteristic.
I AM ALWAYS ALONE. BUT JUST NOW I WANT TO BE ALONE BY MYSELF.
I HAVE WATCHED YOUR PROGRESS WITH INTEREST, ESMERELDA WEATHERWAX, said the voice in the dark. He was firm, but oh so polite. But now there was a question in his voice. PRAY TELL ME, WHY WERE YOU CONTE...
I am a harmless old seller of apples, she said, in a voice more appropriate for the opening of hostilities in a middle-range war. Pray let me past, dearie. The last word had knives in it.No-one must e...
I dinna trust him, said Slightly Mad Angus. He reads books an' such.
I don't think I've drunk enough beer to understand that.
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