It was the living who ignored the strange and wonderful, because life was too full of the boring and mundane.
Child. That was a terrible thing to say to anyone who was almost thirteen.
They say that there can never be two snowflakes that are exactly alike, but has anyone checked lately?
No clowns were funny. That was the whole purpose of a clown. People laughed at clowns, but only out of nervousness. The point of clowns was that, after watching them, anything else that happened seemed enjoyable.
I just rearrange words into a pleasing order for money.
Any fool could be a witch with a runic knife, but it took skill to be one with an apple corer.
Vimes stalked gloomily through the crowded streets, feeling like the only pickled onion in a fruit salad.
Never build a dungeon you wouldn’t be happy to spend the night in yourself. The world would be a happier place if more people remembered that.
This looks like a job for inadvisably applied magic if ever I saw one.
There’s no point in believing in things that exist.
The universe was bad enough without people poking it.
Mr. Tulip lived his life on that thin line most people occupy just before they haul off and hit someone repeatedly with a wrench.
The brain works fast when it thinks it’s about to be cut in half.
Cats gravitate to kitchens like rocks gravitate to gravity.
But I think you have a right to know what it is you’re not being told.
Witches aren’t like that. We live in harmony with the great cycles of Nature, and do no harm to anyone, and it’s wicked of them to say we don’t. We ought to fill their bones with hot lead.
Oh. I see. People don’t want to see what can’t possibly exist.
Last night there seemed to be a chance. Anything was possible last night. That was the trouble with last nights. They were always followed by this mornings.
If there were such a thing as an inter-city thieving contest, Ankh-Morpork would bring home the trophy and probably everyone’s wallets.
The jurisdiction of a good man extends to the end of the world.