Vimes stalked gloomily through the crowded streets, feeling like the only pickled onion in a fruit salad.
In defiance of Miss Maccalariat I'd like to commit hanky-panky with you, Miss Adora Belle Dearheart... well, certainly hanky, and possibly panky when we get to know one another better.
Chances are where you find them
We're on a mission from Glod.
I was a very keen reader of science fiction.
Find the story, Granny Weatherwax always said. She believed that the world was full of story shapes. If you let them, they controlled you. But if you studied them, if you found out about them... you could use them, you could change them.