And you never, never get a chance to stay in your seat for the second house. (MP)
The whole of life is just like watching a click, he thought. Only it’s as though you always get in ten minutes after the big picture has started, and no-one will tell you the plot, so you have to work it out yourself from the clues.
And you never, never get a chance to stay in your seat for the second house. (MP)
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The darkness flowed back. Victor had never known darkness like it. No matter how long you looked into it your eyes wouldn’t grow accustomed to it. There was nothing to become accustomed to. It was darkness and mother of darkness, darkness absolute, the darkness under the earth, darkness so dense to be almost tangible, like cold velvet. (MP)
‘You’re my own flesh and blood,’ said Dibbler, shaking his head. ‘How can you do this to me?’
‘Because I’m your own flesh and blood,’ said Soll. Dibbler brightened. Of course, when you looked at it like that, it didn’t seem so bad. (MP) ‘…people who like cats’re capable of anythin’, you can’t trust ‘em …’ (MP)
‘There was sunnink I got to tell you. What was it, now? Oh, yeah. I remember. Your girlfriend is an agent of demonic powers.’ (MP)
‘You may want to hold on to your job, but will you ever be able to let it go?’ (M)
She leaned forward and gave him a kiss as insubstantial as a mayfly’s sigh, fading as she did so until only the kiss was left, just like a Cheshire cat only much more erotic. (M)
‘Fate doesn’t like it when people take up more space than they ought to.’ (MP)
‘The man was mad!’
‘He had a very tidy mind,’ said the Bursar. ‘Same thing.’ (MP) ‘You know what the greatest tragedy in the whole world is?’ said Ginger, not paying him the least attention. ‘It’s all the people who never find out what they really want to do or what it is they’re really good at. It’s all the sons who become blacksmiths because their fathers were blacksmiths. It’s all the people who could be really fantastic flute players who grow old and die without ever seeing a musical instrument, so they become ploughmen instead. It’s all the people with talents who never even find out. Maybe they are never even born in a time when it’s even possible to find out.’
She took a deep breath. ‘It’s all the people who never get to know what it is they can really be. It’s all the wasted chances.’ (MP) ‘Everyone marries their cousins where I come from.’
‘Why?’ said Victor. ‘I suppose it saves having to worry about what to do on Saturday nights.’ (MP) ‘They’re pretty high mountains,’ said Azhural, his voice now edged with doubt.
‘Slopes go up, slopes go down,’ said M’bu gnomically. ‘That’s true,’ said Azhural. ‘Like, on average, it’s flat all the way.’ (MP) ‘The trouble is, I can explain it in Dog, but you only listen in Human.’ (MP)
Camels are far too intelligent to admit to being intelligent. (MP)
‘What’re you supposed to be?’ he said at last.
‘A leader of a pack of desert bandits, apparently,’ said Victor. ‘Romantic and dashing.’ ‘Dashing where?’ ‘Just dashing generally, I guess.’ (MP) ‘It’s got him,’ said Gaspode quietly. ‘Got him worse than anyone, I reckon.’
‘What has? How can you tell?’ Victor hissed. ‘Partly a’cos of subtle signs what you don’t seem to be abler recognise,’ said Gaspode, ‘and partly because he’s actin’ like a complete twerp, really.’ (MP) Over Holy Wood the stars were out. They were huge balls of hydrogen heated to millions of degrees, so hot they could not even burn. Many of them would swell enormously before they died, and then shrink to tiny, resentful dwarfs remembered only by sentimental astronomers. In the meantime, they glowed because of metamorphoses beyond the reach of alchemists, and turned mere boring elements into pure light. (MP)
He gave Gaspode a long, slow stare, which was like challenging a centipede to an arse-kicking contest. Gaspode could outstare a mirror. (MP)
The people of Ankh-Morpork liked novelty. The trouble was that they didn’t like novelty for long. (MP)
When Mrs Whitlow was in the grip of acute class consciousness she could create aitches where nature never intended them to be. (MP)
“… when you sell sausages you don’t just hang around waiting for people to want sausage, you go out there and make them hungry. And you put mustard on ‘em.” (MP)
The moments that change your life are the ones that happen suddenly, like the one where you die. (MP)
“ … a man who could sell Mr Dibbler’s sausages twice could sell anything”, said Victor. (MP)
It was the special sort of beautiful area which is only beautiful if you can leave after briefly admiring its beauty and go somewhere else where there are hot tubs and cold drinks. Actually staying there for any length of time is a penance. (MP)
… Victor Tugelbend was also the laziest person in the history of the world.
Not simply, ordinarily lazy. Ordinary laziness was merely the absence of effort. Victor has passed through there a long time ago, had gone straight through commonplace idleness and out the far side. He put more effort into avoiding work than most people put into hard labour (MP) |
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