The man gave a shrug which indicated that, although the world did indeed have many problems, this was one of them that was not his.

She'd stopped reading the kind of women's magazine that talked about romance and knitting and started reading the kind of women's magazine that talked about orgasms, but apart from making a mental note to have one if ever the occasion presented itsel

Are you a devious, plotting, unreliable madman? Ah, good, then you can be my most trusted advisor.

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

No matter what she did with her hair it took about three minutes for it to tangle itself up again, like a garden hosepipe in a shed [Which, no matter how carefully coiled, will always uncoil overnight and tie the lawnmower to the bicycles].

I was a very keen reader of science fiction.

Sham Harga had run a successful eatery for many years by always smiling, never extending credit, and realizing that most of his customers wanted meals properly balanced between the four food groups: sugar, starch, grease, and burnt crunchy bits.