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‘You’re my own flesh and blood,’ said Dibbler, shaking his head. ‘How can you do this to me?’
‘Because I’m your own flesh and blood,’ said Soll. Dibbler brightened. Of course, when you looked at it like that, it didn’t seem so bad. (MP)
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‘Everyone marries their cousins where I come from.’
‘Why?’ said Victor. ‘I suppose it saves having to worry about what to do on Saturday nights.’ (MP) “Enough” wasn’t really a long enough word to describe the numerous little tasks any young woman marrying into the Ogg family found were expected of her. (SC)
‘Extinct. Now there’s a terrible word if you like. A word beyond death, because extinction means your children are dead too, and your grandchildren and their children will never even be born.’ (LE)
Roland has succeeded in banishing the dreadful aunts, the Baron's sisters who, frankly, even the old Baron thought were as nasty a pair of old ferrets as any man should find down the trousers of his life. (ISWM)
Sybil's female forebears had valiantly backed up their husbands as distant embassies were besieged, had given birth on a camel or in the shade of a stricken elephant, had handed around the little gold chocolates while trolls were trying to break into the compound, or had merely stayed at home and nursed such bits of husbands and sons as made it back from endless little wars. The result was a species of woman who, when duty called, turned into solid steel. (Th)
'So is it safe to get out of the bag now?’
‘“Safe” is a relative word.’ ‘What? What? Like “uncle”, you mean?' (Wings) ... some girl who can’t tell the difference between a wolf and her grandmother must either be as dense as teak or come from an extremely ugly family. (WFM)
Courting is always difficult when the one being courted has an elderly female relative in the house; they tend to mutter or cackle or bum cigarettes or, in the worst cases, get out the family photograph album, an act of aggression in the sex war which ought to be banned by the Geneva Convention. (GO)
'Any relation to Sobriety Ogg?’
‘He was my dad, sir.’ ‘Good grief. Old Sobriety’s son? Howis the old devil?’ ‘Dunno, sir, what with him being dead.’ ‘Oh dear. How long ago?’ ‘These past thirty years,’ said Shawn. ‘But you don’t look any older than twen-’ Ponder began. Ridcully elbowed him sharply in the ribcage. ‘This is the countryside,’ he hissed. ‘People do things differently here. And more often.' (LL) 'Pedigree? Pedigree? What’s a pedigree? It’s just breedin’. I had a father too, you know. And two grandads. And four great-grandads. And many of ‘em were the same dog, even.' (MP)
There was only one place where it was possible for someone in a large family to be private, and that was on the privy. (WFM)
'The army’s a piece of piss compared to running a pig farm and looking after three lazy brothers.' (MR)
What our ancestors would really be thinking, if they were alive today, is: ‘Why is it so dark in here?' (P)
Good and bad were, to Nobby’s way of thinking, entirely relative terms. Most of his relatives, for example, were criminals. (H)
Funny, that: a brigand for a father was something to keep quiet about, but a slave-taking pirate for a great-great-great-grandfather was something to boast of over the port. (MM)
A couple of women were moving purposefully among the boxes. Ladies, rather. They were far too untidy to be mere women. No ordinary women would have dreamed of looking so scruffy; you need the complete self-confidence that comes with knowing who your great-great-great-great-grandfather was before you could wear clothes like that. (GG)
Lancre operated on the feudal system, which was to say, everyone feuded all the time and handed on the fight to their descendants. The chips on some shoulders had been passed down for generations. Some had antique value. A bloody good grudge, Lancre reckoned, was like a fine old wine. You looked after it carefully and left it to your children. (CJ)
Ramtop people believed the Ogg feud was a blessing. The thought of them turning their immense energy on the world in general was a terrible one. Fortunately, there was no-one an Ogg would rather fight than another Ogg. It was family. (WS)
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