Vimes stalked gloomily through the crowded streets, feeling like the only pickled onion in a fruit salad.
Terry PratchettIt was sad music. But it waved its sadness like a battle flag. It said the universe had done all it could, but you were still alive.
Terry PratchettStop stealing the funeral meats right now, you wee scuggers!" She shouted. The Feegles stopped and stared at her. Then Rob Anybody said: "Socks wi'oot feets?
Terry Pratchett