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‘The first thing a hero must conquer is his fear, and when it comes to fightin’, the Nac Mac Feegle don’t know the meanin’ of the word.’
‘Aye, true enough,’ Rob grunted. ‘We dinnae ken the meanin’ o’ thousands o’ words.’ (W)
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And something that distinguishes the Mr Windlings of the universe is the term 'in my humble opinion', which they think adds weight to their statements rather than indicating, in reality, 'these are the mean little views of someone with the social grace of duckweed'. (TT)
'Was there a third party?'
'I dunno. I never get invited to dem fings.' (FE) 'Fear' was only one of thousands of words the pictsies probably didn't know the meaning of. (WFM)
'I understood every word in that sentence, but not the sentence itself.' (CJ)
... humans are very good at not seeing things they know aren't there. (Wings)
'I'm still very ignorant, he said, 'but at least I'm ignorant about really important things.' (Dig)
'I want to know why. Why everything. I don't know the answers, but a few days ago I didn't know there were questions.' (N)
'Well, sir, as you know,*'
* A phrase meaning 'I'm not sure you know this.' (SD) 'Oh, it's easy to be happy when you don't know any different....' (FC)
It had always seemed to him that one of the major flaws in the whole business of opera was the audience. They were quite unsuitable. The only ones worse than the ones who didn't know anything at all about music, and whose idea of a sensible observation was 'I liked that bit near the end when her voice went wobbly' were the ones who thought they did .... (Ma)
He had the kind of subjects who used the words ‘find out’ when they meant ‘ascertain’. Damnation was too good for them. (E)
There was always so much news going on you never had time to find out anything important. (JD)
She had got ‘diuerse’ out of the Almanack, which she read every night. It was always predicting ‘diuerse plagues’ and ‘diurse ill-fortune’. Granny wasn’t entirely sure what it meant but it was a damn good word all the same. (ER)
‘Well, it just reeks ambience.’
‘Oh.’ ‘What’s ambience?’ said Swires, sniffing cautiously and wearing the kind of expression that said that he hadn’t done it, whatever it was. ‘I think it’s a kind of frog,’ said Rincewind. (LF) When the first explorers from the warm lands around the Circle Sea travelled into the chilly hinterland they filled in the blank spaces on their maps by grabbing the nearest native, pointing at some distant landmark, speaking very clearly in a loud voice, and writing down whatever the bemused man told them. Thus were immortalised in generations of atlases such geographical oddities as Just A Mountain, I don’t Know, What? and, of course, Your Finger You Fool. (LF)
Rincewind was a city wizard and, although he was aware that there were various differences among types of tree by which their nearest and dearest could tell them apart, the only thing he knew for certain was that the end without leaves on fitted into the ground. (LF)
... Sergeant Colon did know the meaning of the word "irony". He thought it meant "sort of like iron". (RM)
‘Those who wish to tell us how we should think, and sometimes that we shouldn’t even think at all, must be ignored.’ (JD)
‘… all things must strive, and because we know how ignorant we actually are then we must strive hardest of all.’ (JD)
‘… being forward is better by far than being backwards.’ (Do)
It occurred to Johnny, not for the first time, that the human mind, of which each of his friends was in possession of one almost standard sample, was like a compass. No matter how much you shook it up, no matter what happened to it, sooner or later it'd carry on pointing the same way. If three-metre-tall Martians landed on the shopping mall, bought some greeting cards and a bag of sugar cookies and then took off again, within a day or two people would believe it never happened. (JD)
There is a blissful period of existence which the Yen Buddhists* call plinki. It is defined precisely as the interval between waking up and being hit on the back of the head by all the problems that kept you awake the night before; it ends when you realize that this was the morning everything was going to look better in, and it doesn’t.
* Like Zen Buddhists, only bigger begging bowls. (BOS) So much paperwork to read! So much paperwork to push away! So much paperwork to delegate! So much paperwork to pretend he hadn’t received and might have been eaten by the gargoyles. (Sn)
Everybody needs a witch, but sometimes they just don't know it. (ISWM)
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