There is always a choice." "You mean I could choose certain death?" "A choice nevertheless, or perhaps an alternative. You see I believe in freedom. Not many people do, although they will of course protest otherwise. And no practical definition of freedom would be complete without the freedom to take the consequences. Indeed, it is the freedom upon which all the others are based.

Sheep are stupid, and have to be driven. But goats are intelligent, and need to be led.

Vimes stalked gloomily through the crowded streets, feeling like the only pickled onion in a fruit salad.

I'll be more enthusiastic about encouraging thinking outside the box when there's evidence of any thinking going on inside it.

The truth may be out there, but lies are inside your head.

I hate cats." Death's face became a little stiffer, if that were possible. The blue glow in his eye sockets flickered red for an instant. "I SEE," he said. The tone suggested that death was too good for cat haters.

This is where the gods play games with the lives of men, on a board which is at one and the same time a simple playing area and the whole world. And Fate always wins.