What do you call those things at the bottom of rivers? Frogs? Stones? Unsuccessful gangsters?

Ye ken, we've been robbin' and running aroound on all kinds o' worlds for a lang time, and I'll tell ye this: The universe is a lot more comp-li-cated than it looks from the ooutside.

It was said that life was cheap in Ankh-Morpork. This was of course, completely wrong. Life was often very expensive; you could get death for free.

When she spoke again it was in the thin, careful and above all brave voice of someone who has pulled themselves together despite overwhelming odds but might let go again at any moment.

Where's the pleasure in bein' the winner if the loser ain't alive to know they've lost?

It wasn't that Nanny Ogg sang badly. It was just that she could hit notes which, when amplified by a tin bath half full of water, ceased to be sound and became some sort of invasive presence.

He was determined to discover the underlying logic behind the universe. Which was going to be hard, because there wasn't one.