I dinna trust him," said Slightly Mad Angus. "He reads books an' such.

Ninety percent of true love is acute, ear-burning embarrassment.

I'd rather be a rising ape than a falling angel.

But the helmet had gold decoration, and the bespoke armorers had made a new gleaming breastplate with useless gold ornamentation on it. Sam Vimes felt like a class traitor every time he wore it. He hated being thought of as one of those people that wore stupid ornamental armor. It was gilt by association.

I once absent-mindedly ordered Three Mile Island dressing in a restaurant and, with great presence of mind, they brought Thousand Island Dressing and a bottle of chili sauce.

Mister Teatime had a truly brilliant mind, but it was brilliant like a fractured mirror, all marvellous facets and rainbows but, ultimately, also something that was broken.

He felt as if he had been shipwrecked on the Titanic, but in the nick of time had been rescued. By the Lusitania