Poets have tried to describe Ankh-Morpork. They have failed. Perhaps it's the sheer zestful vitality of the place, or maybe it's just that a city with a million inhabitants and no sewers is rather robust for poets, who prefer daffodils and no wonder. So let's just say that Ankh-Morpork is as full of life as an old cheese on a hot day, as loud as a curse in a cathedral, as bright as an oil slick, as colourful as a bruise and as full of activity, industry, bustle and sheer exuberant busyness as a dead dog on a termite mound.
Terry PratchettIf you had enough money, you could hardly commit crimes at all. You just perpetrated amusing little peccadilloes.
Terry PratchettThis wasn't food - it was what food became if it had been good and gone to food heaven.
Terry Pratchett