She was a beefy young woman and, whatever piece of music she was playing, it was definitely losing.

Welcome to fear, said Moist to himself. It's hope, turned inside out. You know it can't go wrong, you're sure it can't go wrong... But it might.

All he knew was that you couldn't hope to try for the big stuff, like world peace and happiness, but you might just about be able to achieve some tiny deed that'd make the world, in a small way, a better place. Like shooting someone.

What's the orbital velocity of the moon?

A marriage is always made up of two people who are prepared to swear that only the other one snores.

You can't go around building a better world for people. Only people can build a better world for people. Otherwise it's just a cage. Besides you don't build a better world by choppin' heads off and giving decent girls away to frogs.

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