This isn't life in the fast lane, it's life in the oncoming traffic.

In theory it was, around now, Literature. Susan hated Literature. She'd much prefer to read a good book.

He felt that the darkness was full of unimaginable horrors - and the trouble with unimaginable horrors was that they were only too easy to imagine.

What did I tell you about Mister Safety Catch?' said Vimes weakly. When Mister Safety Catch Is Not On, Mister Crossbow Is Not Your Friend,' recited Detritus, saluting.

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

Happiness is not the natural state of mankind, and is never achieved from the outside in.

Questions don't have to make sense, Vincent," said Miss Susan. "But answers do.