He felt as if he had been shipwrecked on the Titanic, but in the nick of time had been rescued. By the Lusitania

Peace?' said Vetinari. 'Ah, yes, defined as period of time to allow for preparation for the next war.

Of course, like all the informal inhabitants of the University the roaches were a little unusual, but there was something particularly unpleasant about the sound of billions of very small feet hitting the stones in perfect time. Rincewind stepped gingerly over the marching column. The Librarian jumped it. The Luggage, of course, followed them with a noise like someone tapdancing over a bag of crisps.

Just because it's not nice doesn't mean it's not miraculous.

Gods don't like people not doing much work. People who aren't busy all the time might start to think.

The thing with crowns is, it isn't the putting them on that's the problem, it's the taking them off.

And then there were cats, thought Dog. He'd surprised the huge ginger cat from next door and had attempted to reduce it to cowering jelly by means of the usual glowing stare and deep-throated growl, which had always worked on the damned in the past. This time they had earned him a whack on the nose that had made his eyes water. Cats, Dog considered, were clearly a lot tougher than lost souls. He was looking forward to a further cat experiment, which he planned would consist of jumping around and yapping excitedly at it. It was a long shot, but it just might work.