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

I never said nothing..." "I know you never! I could hear you not saying anything! You've got the loudest silences I ever did hear from anyone who wasn't dead!

But is all this true?" said Brutha. Didactylos shrugged. "Could be. Could be. We are here and it is now. The way I see it is, after that, everything tends towards guesswork." "You mean you don't KNOW it's true?" said Brutha. "I THINK it might be," said Didactylos. "I could be wrong. Not being certain is what being a philosopher is all about.

I used to think that I was stupid, and then I met philosophers.

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

I'm fairy godmothering a girl who sounds like something you put up in the rain.

My name is unpronounceable in your tongue, woman,” it said. “I’ll be the judge of that,” warned Granny, and added, “Don’t call me woman.” “Very well. My name is WxrtHltl-jwlpklz,” said the demon smugly.