You never knew about people, like you never knew how deep a pond was because all you saw was the top. (JD)
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Johnny blinked. And looked around at the world.
It was, not to put too fine a point on it, wonderful. Which wasn’t the same as nice. It wasn’t even the same as good. But it was full of … stuff. You’d never get to the end of it. It was always springing new things on you … (JD) … it’s amazing what you can do with a kind word, provided you’ve also got a big stick. (JD)
‘… there’s four of us, after all.’
‘That just means something bad can happen four times …’ (JD) The Demon God Yoth-Ziggurat might want to chop your soul up into little pieces, but at least he doesn’t tell you that you haven’t got one. (JD)
‘… you’ve got to help your friends, right?’ He turned to Johnny. ‘Now, personally, I think you’re very nearly totally disturbed and suffering from psychosomatica and hearing voices and seeing delusions,’ he said, ‘and probably ought to be locked up in one of those white jackets with the stylish long sleeves. But that doesn’t matter, ‘cos we’re friends.’
‘I’m touched,’ said Johnny. ‘Probably,’ said Wobbler,’ but we don’t care, do we guys?’ (JD) There was always so much news going on you never had time to find out anything important. (JD)
‘You’re dead, right?’ he said slowly.
‘Oh, yes. It’s one of those things one is pretty certain about.’ (JD) The Librarian spun around on his bottom a few times, a sure sign of deep thought. (S)
‘I don’t know what to do,’ he said.
‘No harm in that. I’ve never known what to do,’ said Rincewind with hollow cheerfulness. ‘Been completely at a loss my whole life.’ He hesitated. ‘I think it’s called being human …’ (S) The trouble with gods was that if they didn’t like something they didn’t just drop hints … (S)
A wizard never had friends, at least not friends who were wizards. It needed a different word. Ah yes, that was it. Enemies. But a very different class of enemies. Gentlemen. (S)
‘Poor I don’t mind,’ said the Seriph. ‘It’s sobriety that is giving me difficulties.’ (S)
… the trouble with dying in the attempt was that you died in the attempt. (S)
Many people who had got to know Rincewind had come to treat him as a sort of two-legged miner’s canary and tended to assume that if Rincewind was still upright and not actually running then some hope remained. (S)
‘I’ve often wondered what being poor was like.’
‘You’re going to get a huge opportunity to find out.’ ‘Will I need training?’ ‘It comes naturally,’ said Rincewind. ‘You pick it up as you go along.’ (S) ‘I get vertigo just listening to tall stories.’ (S)
Life can be very difficult subatomic particle in a great big universe. (S)
The thought that someone could voluntarily give up the prospect of being bored for fifty years made him feel quite weak. With fifty years ahead of him, he thought, he could elevate tedium to the status of an art form. There would be no end to the things he wouldn’t do. (S)
Rincewind rather enjoyed times like this. They convinced him that he wasn’t mad because, if he was mad, that left no word at all to describe some of the people he met. (S)
Abrim laughed. It’s wasn’t a nice sound. It sounded as though he had had laughter explained to him, probably slowly and repeatedly, but had never heard anyone actually do it. (S)
It was said that everything in Ankh-Morpork was for sale except for the beer and the women, both of which one merely hired. (S)
He wasn’t any good at magic, but he’d had a hundred per cent success at staying alive up to now and didn’t want to spoil the record. All he needed to do was to learn how to swim in the time it took to dive into the sea. It was worth a try. (S)
No-one knows why smoking boots always remain, no matter how big the explosion. It seems to be just one of those things. (S)
Rincewind sagged. ‘Why me?’ he moaned.
For the good of the University. For the honour of wizardry. For the sake of the world. For your heart’s desire. And I’ll freeze you alive if you don’t. Rincewind breathed a sigh almost of relief. He wasn’t good on bribes, or cajolery, or appeals to his better nature. But threats, now, threats were familiar. He knew where he stood with threats. (S) |
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