I don’t see why it matters what is written. Not when it’s about people. It can always be crossed out.

I'm up to my neck in the real world, every day. Just you try doing your VAT return with a head full of goblins.

That's a nice song,' said young Sam, and Vimes remembered that he was hearing it for the first time. It's an old soldiers' song,' he said. Really, sarge? But it's about angels.' Yes, thought Vimes, and it's amazing what bits those angels cause to rise up as the song progresses. It's a real soldiers' song: sentimental, with dirty bits. As I recall, they used to sing it after battles,’ he said. 'I've seen old men cry when they sing it,’ he added. Why? It sounds cheerful.' They were remembering who they were not singing it with, thought Vimes. You'll learn. I know you will.

Seeing, contrary to popular wisdom, isn't believing. It's where belief stops, because it isn't needed any more.

Apes had it worked out. No ape would philosophize, "The mountain is, and is not." They would think, "The banana is. I will eat the banana. There is no banana. I want another banana.

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

In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded.