'We've always been ready to die,' said Caleb the Ripper.
'That's why we've lived such a long time,' said Boy Willie. (LH)
'That's why we've lived such a long time,' said Boy Willie. (LH)
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... creatures that ambushed the Horde did so at the end of their lives. (LH)
'He choked to death on a concubine.'
There was no sound but the hiss of snow in the fire and a number of people thinking fast. 'I think you mean cucumber,' said the bard. 'That's right, cucumber,' said Boy Willie. 'I've never been good at them long words.' 'Very important difference in a salad situation,' said Cohen. (LH) 'I don't think I've become old,' said Boy Willie. 'Not your actual old. Just more aware of where the next lavatory is.' (LH)
'...the big thing about Cohen is ... he's contagious.'
'You mean like a plague carrier?' 'It's like a mental illness, sir. Or magic. He's as crazy as a stoat, but ... once they've been round him for a while, people start seeing the world the way he does. All big and simple. And they want to be part of it.' (LH) 'Are you a friend of his?'
'Well, we've met a couple of times and he didn't kill me,' said Rincewind. 'That probably counts as a a "yes".' (LH) The Horde had it all. They had everything that money could buy, and since there was a lot of money on the Counterweight Continent, that was everything.
It occurred to him that when you’d had everything, all that was left was nothing. (LH) 'That’s right,’ said Mr. Saveloy. ‘They’ve had a lifetime’s experience of not dying. They’ve become very good at it.' (IT)
There was, there always was, at the start and finish…the Code. They lived by the Code. You followed the Code, and you became part of the Code for those who followed you. The Code was it. Without the Code you weren’t a hero. You were just a thug in a loincloth. (LH)
They never worried about what other people thought. Mr Saveloy, who’d spent his whole life worrying about what other people thought and had been passed over for promotion and generally treated as a piece of furniture as a result, found
this strangely attractive. And they never agonized about anything, or wondered if they were doing the right thing. And they enjoyed themselves immensely. They had a kind of honour. He liked the Horde. They weren’t his kind of people. (IT) 'When seven men go out to fight an army100,000 times bigger there’s only one way it can end,’ said Twoflower.
‘Right. I’m glad you see sense.’ ‘They’ll win,’ said Twoflower. ‘They’ve got to. Otherwise the world’s just not working properly.' (IT) 'Why don’t we just invite them to dinner and massacre them all when they’re drunk?’
‘You heard the man. There’s seven hundred thousand of them.’ ‘Ah? So it’d have to be something simple with pasta, then.' (IT) 'You see, once you’ve got them at your mercy, you’re not allowed to kill them.’
The Silver Horde, to a man, stared at the ex-teacher. ‘I’m afraid that’s civilization for you,’ he added. (IT) |
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