Granddad was superstitious about books. He thought that if you had enough of them around, education leaked out, like radioactivity.

You'll see! We're going to the palace. Fetch Angua. We might need her. And bring the search warrant. You mean the sledgehammer, sir? Yes.

You were the kind of kid who couldn't see the difference between throwing rocks at a cat and setting it on fire.

Few things are hidden from a quiet child with good eyesight.

Are you a philosopher? Where's your sponge?

Fresh wounds," said Angua. "But one of them did shoot one of the other in the leg by accident." "I think you'd better put in your report as -self inflicted- wounds while resisting arrest," said Vimes.

Anyway, why would you trust anything written down? She certainly didn't trust "Mothers of Borogravia!" and that was from the government. And if you couldn't trust the government, who could you trust? Very nearly everyone, come to think of it.