After all, when you seek advice from someone it's certainly not because you want them to give it. You just want them to be there while you talk to yourself.

Fate can be one mean god at times.

And Sam Vimes thought: Why is Young Sam's nursery full of farmyard animals anyway? Why are his books full of moo-cows and baa-lambs? He is growing up in the city. He will only see them on a plate! They go sizzle!

The trouble with thinking was that, once you started, you went on doing it.

You did what you were told or you didn't get paid, and if things went wrong it wasn't your problem. It was the fault of whatever idiot has accepted this message for sending in the first place. No one cared about you, and everyone at headquarters was an idiot. It wasn't your fault, no one listened to you. Headquarters had even started an Employee of the Month scheme to show how much they cared. That was how much they didn't care.

The harder I work, the luckier I become.

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