Vimes had got around to a Clean Desk policy. It was a Clean Floor strategy that eluded him at the moment.

Other people salted away money for their old age, but Nanny preferred to accumulate memories.

This time it had been magic. And it didn't stop being magic just because you found out how it was done.

Her singing always cheered him up. Life seemed so much brighter when she stopped.

I used to like reading and you read enough books and you overflow and then you start writing.

It must be hard for humans, forever floundering through inconvenient geography. Humans are always lost. It's a basic characteristic. It explains a lot about them.

Are you a philosopher? Where's your sponge?