Witches don't like to be seen running. It looks unprofessional. (WFM)
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... the traditions of the Dibbler clan would never let a mere disastrous fact get in the way of a spiel. (LC)
Wasn't it a basic principle never to let your employer know what it is you actually do all day? (LC)
Dwarfs were said to be the keenest of financial negotiators, second only in acumen and effrontery to little old ladies. (SM)
C.M.O.T. Dibbler had a number of bad points, but species prejudice was not one of them. He liked anyone who had money, regardless of the colour and shape of the hand that was proffering it. (MA)
... money in the possession of other people had always seemed to Throat to be against the proper natural order of things. (MA)
Sham Harga had run a successful eatery for many years by always smiling, never extending credit, and realising that most of his customers want meals properly balanced between the four food groups: sugar, starch, grease and burnt crunchy bits. (MA)
‘You may want to hold on to your job, but will you ever be able to let it go?’ (M)
“… 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)
“ … a man who could sell Mr Dibbler’s sausages twice could sell anything”, said Victor. (MP)
... Cut-me-own-Throat Dibbler, purveyor of absolutely anything that could be sold hurriedly from an open suitcase in a busy street and was guaranteed to have fallen off the back of an oxcart. (GG)
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)
In the Dark Ages – oh, as long ago as the 1970s – shops in Britain used to shut half a day a week. And all day Sunday too. (DCC)
... if you got the customer laughing then you had their money in your pocket. (RS)
... the builder speculates about how far away he can be and with how much money, before the buyer finds that the footings have, in fact, no feet, the septic tank is one foot deep with a tendency to flow backwards, and the bricks owe a lot to that most organic and venerable of all building materials, cow shit. The whole business traditionally begins with a plot, in every sense of the word. (RS)
… where there is panic, profit isn’t far behind. (LE)
He was a scallywag, a chancer, a ruthless fighter and a dangerous driver of bargains over the speed limit. Since it was a bit of a mouthful, he was referred to as a successful businessman, since that more or less amounted to the same thing. (Sn)
… he didn't like people much, an affliction that affects many who have to deal with the general public over a long period … (UA)
He'd learned that humans in the Store had their names on little badges, because – he’d been told – they were so stupid they wouldn’t remember them otherwise. (Truck)
She knew about old money, which was somehow hallowed by the fact that people had hug on to it for years, and she knew about new money, which seemed to be being made by all these upstarts that were flooding into the city these days. But under her powdered bosom she was an Ankh-Morpork shopkeeper, and knew that the best kind of money was the sort that was in her hand rather than someone else’s. The best kind of money was mine, not yours. (Ma)
And he dreamed the dream of all those who publish books, which was to have so much gold in your pockets that you would have to employ two people just to hold your trousers up. (Ma)
Expecting Dibbler not to think about things concerning money was like expecting rocks not to think about gravity. (SM)
The repairing of the Kite was simple enough. Although gods, on the whole, do not feel at home around mechanical things, every pantheon everywhere in the universe finds its necessary to have some minor deity – Vulcan, Wayland, Dennis, Hephaistos –who knows how bits fit together and that sort of thing.
Most large organisations, to their regret and expense, have to have someone like that. (LH) 'Hubert’s an economist. That’s like an alchemist, but less messy.' (MM)
... if you could sell the dream to enough people, no one dared wake up. (MM)
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