‘There is only three things you need to remember, which are, viz: one obey orders two give it to the enemy good and hard three don’t die.’ (MR)
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... upper class etiquette in Ankh-Morpork held that, while you could snub your friends any time you felt like it, it was the height of bad form to be impolite to your worst enemy. (NW)
‘You’re an interesting man, sergeant. You make enemies like a craftsman.’ (NW)
'There are different ways to eat people ...' (N)
Attacking a dangerous enemy who isn't there is one of the more attractive forms of warfare ... (J)
People live for ages side by side, nodding at one another amicably on their way to work every day, and then some trivial thing would happen and someone would be having a garden fork removed from their ear. (J)
Even if someone was your worst enemy, you invited them in and gave them tea and biscuits. In fact, the worser your enemy, the better the crockery you got out and the higher the quality of the biscuits. You might wish black hell on ‘em later, but while they were under your roof you’d feed ‘em till they choked. (SLF)
“We aren’t the kind of people who kill those who are unarmed.”
Rob Anybody put up his hand. “Excuse me, mistress, but some of us do, or are.” (SC) 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)
… she made it clear that the only difference between Mort and a dead toad was the colour. (M)
'Would you like to die now, or surrender first?' (COM)
'... although it's vexing to remember it, I am the King of my enemies as well as my friends. There's a certain noblesse oblige, see. It's a bad king who kills his subjects. I would rather see them humiliated than dead.' (RS)
For according to the trollish philosopher Plateau, ‘if you want to understan’ an enemy, you gotta walk a mile in his shoes. Den, if he’s still you enemy, at least you’re a mile away and he’s got no shoes.’ (BOS)
The traditional enmity between dwarfs and trolls has been explained away by one simple statement: one species is made of rock, the other is made of miners. But in truth the enmity is there because no one can remember when it wasn’t, and so it continues because everything is done in completely justifiable revenge for the revenge that was taken in response to the revenge for the vengeance that was taken earlier, and so on. Humans never do this sort of thing, much. (BOS)
He knew about other languages, but as a decent Londoner he vaguely disapproved of them, knowing full well that anyone who wasn’t English was obviously an enemy sooner or later. (Do)
It may be quite tough at the top, and it is probably even tougher at the bottom, but halfway up it’s so tough you could use it for horseshoes. By then all the no-hopers, the lazy, the silly and the downright unlucky have been weeded out, the field’s cleared, and every wizard stands alone and surrounded by mortal enemies on every side. (S)
It says something about witches that an old friend and an old enemy could quite often be the same person. (W)
The enemy wasn’t men, or women, or the old, or even the dead. It was just bleedin’ stupid people who came in all varieties. And no one had the right to be stupid. (MR)
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)
Witches would prefer to cut enemies dead with a look. There was no sense in killing your enemy. How would she know you’d won? (W)
Several copies of the pamphlet seemed to have reached every home, even so. It was very patriotic. That is, it talked about killing foreigners. (MR)
'I've met a few incorruptible men,’ said Madam Meserole. ‘They tend to die horrible deaths. The world balances out,
you see. A corrupt man in a good world, or a good man in a corrupt one…the equation comes out the same. The world does not deal well with those who don’t pick a side.’ ‘I like the middle,’ said Vimes. ‘That gives you two enemies.' (NW) '... keep out of the way of officers, ‘cos they ain’t healthy. That’s what you learn in the army. The enemy dun’t really want to fight you, ‘cos the enemy is mostly blokes like you who want to go home with all their bits still on. But officers’ll get you killed.' (MR)
Snibril took each of them by the shoulder. 'Anyway,' he said, 'just because you're sworn enemies doesn't mean you can't be friends, does it?' (CP)
‘... spies?' I thought we were chums with the Low King!’
'Of course we are,’ said Vetinari. ‘And the more we know about each other, the friendlier we shall remain. We’d hardly bother to spy on our enemies. What would be the point?’ (Th) |
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