There's always a story. It's all stories, really. The sun coming up every day is a story. Everything's got a story in it. Change the story, change the world.

We're on a mission from Glod.

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

She was already learning that if you ignore the rules people will, half the time, quietly rewrite them so that they don't apply to you.

What’s this here,” he said suspiciously, “about us got to give you faggots?” Oh, we have to have them,” said Newt, “We burn them.” Say what?” We burn them.” The guard’s face broadened into a grin. And they’d told him England was soft. “Right on!” he said

Rincewind could scream for mercy in nineteen languages, and just scream in another forty-four.

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