They called themselves the Munrungs. It meant The People, or The True Human Beings. It's what most people call themselves, to begin with. And then one day the tribe meets some other People or, if it's not been a good day, The Enemy. If only they'd think up a name like Some More True Human Beings, it'd save a lot of trouble later on

If the government ever imposes a tax on books - and I wouldn't put it past them - I'm in dead trouble.

Other people salted away money for their old age, but Nanny preferred to accumulate memories.

They can tak' oour lives but they canna tak' oour troousers!

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

No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away.

They were small, brightly coloured, happy little creatures who secreted some of the nastiest toxins in the world, which is why the job of looking after the large vivarium where they happily passed their days was given to first-year students, on the basis that if they got things wrong there wouldn't be too much education wasted.