Even the blind and meek and voiceless have gods.
All assassins had a full-length mirror in their rooms, because it would be a terrible insult to anyone to kill them when you were badly dressed.
If Not You, Who Else?
It was so loud and so deep, it wasn’t really sound at all, just something that turned the air hard and then hit you with it.
They think written words are even more powerful,’ whispered the toad. ‘They think all writing is magic. Words worry them. See their swords? They glow blue in the presence of lawyers.
Rumour is information distilled so finely that it can filter through anything. It does not need doors and windows – sometimes it does not need people. It can exist free and wild, running from ear to ear without ever touching lips.
Why bother with a cunning plan when a simple one will do?
She walked quickly through the darkness with the frank stride of someone who was at least certain that the forest, on this damp and windy night, contained strange and terrible things and she was it.
His progress through life was hampered by his tremendous sense of his own ignorance, a disability which affects all too few.
When she spoke again it was in the thin, careful and above all brave voice of someone who has pulled themselves together despite overwhelming odds but might let go again at any moment.
Sergeant Colon of the Ankh-Morpork City Guard was on duty. He was guarding the Brass Bridge, the main link between Ankh and Morpork. From theft. When it came to crime prevention, Sergeant Colon found it safest to think big.
Stand before your god, bow before your king, kneel before your man.
She was also, by the standards of other people, lost. She would not see it like that. She knew where she was, it was just that everywhere else didn’t.
Magrat had used a lot of powder to make her face pale and interesting. It combined with the lavishly applied mascara to give the guard the impression that he was looking at two flies that had crashed into a sugar bowl.
Oh, where are my manners? Do sit down. Pull up a small child.
Anyway, why would you trust anything written down? She certainly didn’t trust “Mothers of Borogravia!” and that was from the government. And if you couldn’t trust the government, who could you trust? Very nearly everyone, come to think of it...
Sometimes the truth is arrived at by adding all the little lies together and deducting them from the totality of what is known.
But here’s some advice, boy. Don’t put your trust in revolutions. They always come around again. That’s why they’re called revolutions.
I think it’s IMPOSSIBLE for anyone famous to come from here, because everyone around here is insane.
Grinning like a necrophiliac in a morgue.