Priests were metal-reinforced overshoes. They saved your soles. This is an Assassin joke.

Some people are heroes. And some people jot down notes.

When you read, I'm sure you don't realize that your eyes are going backwards and forwards and to this place and that place. Mine don't do that.

Aliens don't get stuck in air ducts. It's practically a well-known fact.

Vimes stalked gloomily through the crowded streets, feeling like the only pickled onion in a fruit salad.

I had a deprived childhood, you see. I had lots of other kids to play with and my parents bought me outdoor toys and refused to ill-treat me, so it never occurred to me to seek solitary consolation with a good book.

I'm trying to have a moment o' existential dreed here, right? Crivens, it's a puir lookout if a man canna feel the chilly winds o' fate lashing aroound his netheres wi'out folks telling him he's deid, eh?