Questions don't have to make sense, Vincent," said Miss Susan. "But answers do.

Everybody thinks the Government should be doing more about everything but just think how many of the bonuses which are quite rightly being dragged off certain people, just think to what good causes they could be put - wouldn't that be a lovely thought'?

But the helmet had gold decoration, and the bespoke armorers had made a new gleaming breastplate with useless gold ornamentation on it. Sam Vimes felt like a class traitor every time he wore it. He hated being thought of as one of those people that wore stupid ornamental armor. It was gilt by association.

Vimes had got around to a Clean Desk policy. It was a Clean Floor strategy that eluded him at the moment.

Even the blind and meek and voiceless have gods.

I must have read every issue of 'Punch' published in the 20th century, and I think in the process I picked up the true voice of English humour - that amiable, fairly liberal, laconic voice which you find in something like 'Three Men in a Boat.'

I don’t think it's weak to admit you made a mistake. That takes strength, if you ask me.