Why bother with a cunning plan when a simple one will do?

Oh, where are my manners? Do sit down. Pull up a small child.

They think written words are even more powerful,’ whispered the toad. ‘They think all writing is magic. Words worry them. See their swords? They glow blue in the presence of lawyers.

Ankh-Morpork had dallied with many forms of government and had ended up with that form of democracy known as One Man, One Vote. The Patrician was the Man; he had the Vote.

"There's a door," he whispered. "Where does it go?" "It stays where it is, I think," said Rincewind.

I believe it should be possible for someone stricken with a serious and ultimately fatal illness to choose to die peacefully with medical help, rather than suffer.

Letitia! What a name. Halfway between a salad and a sneeze.