Chaos is found in greatest abundance wherever order is being sought. It always defeats order, because it is better organized.

What can the harvest hope for, if not for the care of the Reaper Man?

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.

She folded her arms and then shouted, "Right you thieving scunners! How dare you steal Miss Treason's funeral meats!" "Oh, waily, waily, it's the foldin' o' the arms, the foooldin' o' the aaaarmss!" cried Daft Wullie, dropping to the ground and trying to cover himself with leaves. Around him Feegles started to wail and cower and Big Yan began to bang his head on the rear wall of the dairy.

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

Real stupidity beats artificial intelligence every time.

Getting an education was a bit like a communicable sexual disease.