“You'd like Freedom, Truth, and Justice, wouldn't you, Comrade Sergeant?” said Reg encouragingly.
“I'd like a hard-boiled egg,” said Vimes, shaking the match out.
If you trust in yourself... and believe in your dreams... and follow your star... you'll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy.
For a witch stands on the very edge of everything, between the light and the dark, between life and death, making choices, making decisions so that others may pretend no decisions have even been needed.
Victor thought about the—the Cthinema. And the first house, which had been going on for thousands of years. And all the people he knew, sitting there, for another thousand years. While overhead the stars changed.
Sam Vimes once arrested 𝑚𝑒 for treason (...) Sam Vimes once arrested a dragon. Sam Vimes stopped a war between nations by arresting two high commands. He’s an arresting fellow, Sam Vimes. Sam Vimes killed a werewolf with his bare hands, and carries law with him, like a lamp–
“You'd like Freedom, Truth, and Justice, wouldn't you, Comrade Sergeant?” said Reg encouragingly.
“I'd like a hard-boiled egg,” said Vimes, shaking the match out.
There are many horrible sights in the multiverse. Somehow, though, to a soul attuned to the subtle rhythms of a library, there are few worse sights than a hole where a book ought to be.
“The female mind is certainly a devious one, my lord.”
Vetinari looked at his secretary in surprise. “Well, of course it is. It has to deal with the male one.”