Mobs become uncertain very quickly, in view of the absence of a central brain ... (CJ)
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... the intelligence of that creature known as a crowd is the square root of the number of people in it. (J)
... the IQ of a mob is the IQ of its most stupid member divided by the number of mobsters ... (Ma)
'No civil police force could hold out against an irate and resolute population. The trick is not to let them realize that.' (UA)
... you only thought the world would be better if it was run by women if you didn’t actually know many women. Or old women, at least. Take the whole thing about the dimity scarves. Women had to cover their hair on Fridays, but there was nothing about this in the Book, which was pretty dar-pretty damn rigorous about most things. It was just a custom. It was done because it was always done. And if you forgot, or didn’t want to, the old women got you. They had eyes like hawks. They could practically see through walls. And the men took notice, because no man wanted to cross the crones in case they started watching him, so half-hearted punishment would be dealt out. Whenever there was an execution, and especially when there was a whipping, you always found the grannies in the front row, sucking peppermints. (MR)
'People ought to think for themselves, Captain Vimes says. The problem is, people only think for themselves if you tell them to.' (MA)
'Look, you know what I mean. You take a bunch of people who don’t seem any different from you and me, but when you add them all together you get this sort of huge raving maniac with national borders and an anthem.' (MR)
... humans were worse than sheep. Sheep just ran; they didn’t try to bite the sheep next to them. (NW)
'Odd thing, ain’t it…you meet people one at a time, they seem decent, they got brains that work, and then they get together and you hear the voice of the people. And it snarls.' (J)
The people of Ankh-Morpork had a straightforward, no-nonsense approach to entertainment, and while they were looking forward to seeing a dragon slain, they’d be happy to settle instead for seeing someone being baked alive in his own armor. (GG)
It was the usual Ankh-Morpork mob in times of crisis; half of them were here to complain, a quarter of them were here to watch the other half, and the remainder were here to rob, importune or sell hot dogs to the rest. (GG)
He knew about concerned citizens. Wherever they were, they all spoke the same private language, where ‘traditional values’ meant ‘hang someone’. (TT)
Always remember that the crowd which applauds your coronation is the same crowd that will applaud your beheading. People like a show. (GP)
The people of Ankh-Morpork had a straightforward, no-nonsense approach to entertainment, and while they were looking forward to seeing a dragon slain, they’d be happy to settle instead for seeing someone being baked alive in his own armor. (GG)
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