Nac Mac Feegle! The Wee Free Men! Nae king! Nae quin! Nae laird! Nae master! We willna' be fooled again!

Either dragons should exist completely or fail to exist at all, he felt. A dragon only half-existing was worse than the extremes.

I don't want to hurt you, Mistress Weatherwax," said Mrs Gogol. "That's good," said Granny. "I don't want you to hurt me either.

Peace?' said Vetinari. 'Ah, yes, defined as period of time to allow for preparation for the next war.

She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.

Getting an education was a bit like a communicable sexual disease.

Because no man wants to be a coward in front of a cheese.