There was no safety. There was no pride. All there was, was money. Everything became money, and money became everything. Money treated us as if we were things, and we died.

Logic is a wonderful thing but doesn't always beat actual thought.

People like that don't need a reason apart from "because I can". They have a nightmare and try to make it happen.

The sun is simple. A sword is simple. A storm is simple. Behind everything simple is a huge tail of complicated.

I get it,' said the prisoner. 'Good Cop, Bad Cop, eh?' If you like.' said Vimes. 'But we're a bit short staffed here, so if I give you a cigarette would you mind kicking yourself in the teeth?

I thought jet planes were just trucks with more wings and less wheels.

Mort was hurt by this. It was one thing not to want to marry someone, but quite another to be told they didn't want to marry you.