If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.

The girls were expected to grow up to be somebody's wife. They were also expected to read and write, those being considered soft indoor jobs that were too fiddly for the boys.

Life doesn't happen in chapters - at least, not regular ones.

Vimes stalked gloomily through the crowded streets, feeling like the only pickled onion in a fruit salad.

This is a lovely party," said the Bursar to a chair, "I wish I was here.

Young man, the games we play are lessons we learn. The assumptions we make, things we ignore, and things we change make us what we become.

Things like crowns had a troublesome effect on clever folk; it was best to leave all the reigning to the kind of people whose eyebrows met in the middle when they tried to think. In a funny sort of way, they were much better at it.