See a pin and pick it up, and, all day long, you'll have a pin.

In the end the problem isn't that you have the wrong sort of government for the People, but that you have the wrong sort of People.

A Duke couldn't have the arse hanging out of his trousers when meeting foreign diplomats. Actually even plain old Sam Vimes never had the arse hanging out of his trousers, either, but no one would have actually started a war if he had.

Natural selection saw to it that professional heroes who at a crucial moment tended to ask themselves questions like 'What is my purpose in life?' very quickly lacked both.

If I knew that I could die, I would live. My life, my death, my choice.

Magic is just a way of saying 'I don't know.'

All was black, gloomy and awful. There was no light at the end of the tunnel - or if there was, it was an oncoming train.