You just put that sword away, sir, please," said the voice of Lance-Constable Vimes. "You will not shoot me, you young idiot. That would be murder," said the captain calmly. "Not where I'm aiming, sir.

Some things are fairly obvious when it's a seven-foot skeleton with a scythe telling you them.

Her singing always cheered him up. Life seemed so much brighter when she stopped.

Theres no stink more sorrorful than the stink of wet, burnt paper. It means: the end.

The Kappamaki, a whaling research ship, was currently researching the question: How many whales can you catch in one week?

They may have been ugly. They may have been evil. But when it came to poetry in motion, the Things had all the grace and coordination of a deck-chair.

Rincewind had always been happy to think of himself as a racist. The One Hundred Meters, the Mile, the Marathon -- he'd run them all.