No more words. We know them all, all the words that should not be said. But you have made my world more perfect.
Occasionally he would very nearly swear.
This man was so absent-mindedly clever that he could paint pictures that didn’t just follow you around the room but went home with you and did the washing-up.
The thief, as will become apparent, was a special type of thief. This thief was an artist of theft. Other thieves merely stole everything that was not nailed down, but this thief stole the nails as well.
It was, according to the history books, the fastest coronation since Bubric the Saxon crowned himself with a very pointy crown on a hill during a thunderstorm, and reigned for one and a half seconds.
But in his experience it was only a matter of time before the normal balance of the universe restored itself and started doing the usual terrible things to him.
Either dragons should exist completely or fail to exist at all, he felt. A dragon only half-existing was worse than the extremes.
It is at this point that normal language gives up, and goes and has a drink.
I’ve seen excitement, and I’ve seen boredom. And boredom was best.
On the Disc the gods dealt severely with atheists.
Fate can be one mean god at times.
Personal’s not the same as important. People just think it is.
Ninety percent of most magic merely consists of knowing one extra fact.
You can’t second-guess ineffability, I always say.
If per capita was a problem, decapita could be arranged.
Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, if you ever find anything I wouldn’t do.
The city’s full of people who you just see around.
When people say “clearly” something that means there’s a huge crack in their argument and they know things aren’t clear at all.
Some people are heroes. And some people jot down notes.
Legends don’t have to make sense. They just have to be beautiful. Or at least interesting.