Nanny's philosophy of life was to do what seemed like a good idea at the time, and do it as hard as possible. It had never let her down.

Just to keep bad dreams at bay, she took a swig out of a bottle that smelled of apples and happy brain-death.

I just rearrange words into a pleasing order for money.

First draft: let it run. Turn all the knobs up to 11. Second draft: hell. Cut it down and cut it into shape. Third draft: comb its nose and blow its hair. I usually find that most of the book will have handed itself to me on that first draft.

Look, that's why there's rules, understand? So that you think before you break 'em.

You can't die with an unfinished book.

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.