It's not Brits who think American readers are a bunch of whinging morons with the geo-social understanding of a wire coathanger, it's American editors.

The thing about stories is you have to pick the ones that last.

Do you think there’s anything to eat in this forest?” “Yes,” said the wizard bitterly, “us.

Guilt was the grease in which the wheels of the authority turned.

It is said that the Devil has all the best tunes. This is broadly true. But Heaven has the best choreographers

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.

Never cross a woman with a star on a stick, young lady. They've got a mean streak.