Child. That was a terrible thing to say to anyone who was almost thirteen.

Do you think there’s anything to eat in this forest?” “Yes,” said the wizard bitterly, “us.

No! Please! I'll tell you whatever you want to know!" the man yelled. "Really?" said Vimes. "What's the orbital velocity of the moon?" "What?" "Oh, you'd like something simpler?

People aren't just people, they are people surrounded by circumstances.

Drinks like this tend to get called Traffic Lights or Rainbow's Revenge or, in places where truth is more highly valued, Hello and Good-Bye, Mr. Brain Cell.

They looked at one another in incomprehension, two minds driving opposite ways up a narrow street and waiting for the other man to reverse first.

It was written in some holy book, apparently, so that made it okay, and probably compulsory.