... a werewolf can have a bad hair day all over. (FE)
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It wasn’t that he’d liked being shot at by hooded figures in the temporary employ of his many and varied enemies, but he’d always looked at it as some kind of vote of confidence. It showed that he was annoying the rich and arrogant people who ought to be annoyed. (NW)
As a form of transport, the goose leaves a lot to be desired. (Wings)
'Taxation, gentlemen, is very much like dairy farming. The task is to extract the maximum amount of milk with the minimum of moo. And I am afraid to say that these days all I get is moo.' (J)
Vimes awoke with a noseful of camel. There are far worse awakenings, but not as many as you might think. (J)
Rincewind opened his eyes and lay for a moment looking up at the stuffed reptile. It was not the best thing to see when awakening from troubled dreams ... (LF)
'... being a short dog in deep snow is not good for the ol’ wossnames ..' (FE)
There was something about Granny Morkie cheering people up that always got them moving. Anything was better than being cheered up some more. (Dig)
'I am no’ deid! I’m trying to have a moment o’ existential dreed here, right? Crivens, it’s a puir lookout if a man cannae feel the chilly winds o’ Fate lashing aroound his nethers wi’out folks telling him he’s deid, eh?’ (HFS)
Like a lot of people with big muscles, he got edgy about people who were strong in other ways. (W)
Rincewind stared at the badge. He’d never had one before. Well, that was technically a lie ... he’d had one that said ‘Hello, I Am 5 Today!’, which was just about the worst possible present to get when you are six. (LH)
The Faculty was lukewarm on the subject of knowledge for knowledge’s sake, but they were boiling hot on the subject of warm bedrooms. (SODW)
Wizards can put up with any amount of deprivation and discomfort, provided it is not happening to them. (SODW)
The universe contains any amount of horrible ways to be woken up, such as the noise of the mob breaking down the front door, the scream of fire engines, or the realisation that today is the Monday which on Friday night was a comfortably long way off. A dog’s wet nose is not strictly speaking the worst of the bunch, but it has its own peculiar dreadfulness which connoisseurs of the ghastly and dog owners everywhere have come to know and dread. It’s like having a small piece of defrosting liver pressed lovingly against you. (MP)
No one would like to be told that they came from a universe created quite by accident and, moreover, by the Dean. It could only cause bad feeling. If you were told you were meeting your maker, you’d want something better. (DW)
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