He found that he had this sudden desperate longing for the fuming, smoky streets of Ankh-Morpork, which was always at its best in the spring, when the gummy sheen on the turbid waters of the Ankh River had a special iridescence and the eaves were full of birdsong, or at least birds coughing rhythmically
Terry PratchettI don't see what's so triffic about creating people as people and then gettin' upset 'cos they act like people.
Terry Pratchett