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

Belief sloshes around in the firmament like lumps of clay spiralling into a potter's wheel. That's how gods get created, for example. They clearly must be created by their own believers, because a brief resume of the lives of most gods suggests that their origins certainly couldn't be divine. They tend to do exactly the things people would do if only they could, especially when it comes to nymphs, golden showers, and the smiting of your enemies.

If you try to to take my bananas from me, I will reclaim them from your cold dead hands.

It was nice to hear the voices of little children at play, provided you took care to be far enough away not to hear what they were actually saying.

Many an ancient lord's last words have been, 'You can't kill me because I've got magic aaargh.'

There was this about vampires : they could never look scruffy. Instead, they were... what was the word... deshabille. It meant untidy, but with bags and bags of style.

I read the 'Old Testament' all the way through when I was about 13 and was horrified. A few months afterwards I read 'The Origin Of Species', hallucinating very mildly because I was in bed with flu at the time. Despite that, or because of that, it all made perfect sense.