I think," he said, "I think, if you want thousands, you have to fight for one.

Hello, inner child, I'm the inner babysitter!

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.

When you look into the abyss, it’s not supposed to wave back.

This wasn't food - it was what food became if it had been good and gone to food heaven.

Probably the last sound heard before the Universe folded up like a paper hat would be someone saying, "What happens if I do this?"

When you stand between two mirrors you're spread out among the images, your whole soul is pulled out thin, and somewhere in the distant images a dark part of you might get out and come looking for you, if you aren't careful.