Dogs are not like cats, who amusingly tolerate humans only until someone comes up with a tin opener that can be operated with a paw. Men made dogs, they took wolves and gave them human things - unnecessary intelligence, names, a desire to belong, and a twitching inferiority complex. All dogs dream wolf dreams, and know they're dreaming of biting their Maker. Every dog knows, deep in his heart, that he is a Bad Dog.

I can see we're going to get along like a house on fire," said Miss Tick. "There may be no survivors.

The people who really run organizations are usually found several levels down, where it is still possible to get things done.

There are, almost by definition, an unlimited number of Hells - potentially at least a personal one for every living sapient being.

Mort was hurt by this. It was one thing not to want to marry someone, but quite another to be told they didn't want to marry you.

I think that sick people in Ankh-Morpork generally go to a vet. It's generally a better bet. There's more pressure on a vet to get it right. People say "it was god's will" when granny dies, but they get angry when they lose a cow.

Good and bad is tricky," she said. "I ain't too certain about where people stand. P'raps what matters is which way you face." (pp. 348-349)