He had the kind of subjects who used the words ‘find out’ when they meant ‘ascertain’. Damnation was too good for them. (E)
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Hell needed horribly bright, self-centred people like Eric. They were much better at being nasty than demons could ever manage. (E)
It is a mistake trying to cheer up camels. You may as well drop meringues into a black hole. (P)
He’d wanted changes. It was just that he’d wanted things to stay the same, as well. (P)
Ptraci didn’t just derail the train of thought, she ripped up the rails, burned the stations and melted the bridges for scrap. (P)
“He said he liked my singing too. Everyone else said it sounded like a flock of vultures who’ve just found a dead donkey.” (P)
Never trust a species that grins all the time. It’s up to something. (P)
… Teppic realised that the high priest was, indeed, truly mad. It was the rare kind of madness caused by being yourself for so long that habits of sanity have etched themselves into the brain. (P)
It’s a fact as immutable as the Third Law of Sod that there is no such thing as a good Grand Vizier. (P)
So much for time flowing past, he thought glumly. It might do that everywhere else, but not here. Here it just piles up, like snow. (P)
… when you’re a pharaoh, you get a very high class of obscure dream. (P)
Look after the dead, said the priests, and the dead would look after you. After all, they were in the majority. (P)
Her singing always cheered him up. Life seemed so much brighter when she stopped. (P)
That was what was so likeable about Chidder. He had this enviable ability to avoid thinking seriously about anything he did. (P)
“Truly, the world is the mollusc of your choice …” (P)
He envied his fellow students who believed in gods that were intangible and lived a long way away on top of some mountain. A fellow could really believe in gods like that. But it was extremely hard to believe in a god when you saw him at breakfast every day. (P)
“People never learn anything in this place,” she’d said. “They only remember things.” (P)
There was not a lot that could be done to make Morpork a worse place. A direct hit by meteorite, for example, would count as gentrification. (P)
Granny Weatherwax was indeed here. And there. She was, in fact, and always would be, everywhere. (SC)
Could they do it? They were old men. And then he thought, Yes, they are old men. They have been old men for a long time, which means they have learned many things. Like lying, and being crafty and, most importantly, dissembling. (SC)
“Where there’s a war there’s a Nac Mac Feegle.” (SC)
Magrat took a cake by its little case rather carefully. Some of Nanny Ogg’s recipes could include …. unusual ingredients, and she already had three children. (SC)
… it was clear that when curves were being handed out, Letitia had been at the end of line. (SC)
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