The figures looked more or less human. And they were engaged in religion. You could tell by the knives (it's not murder if you do it for a god).

Shadwell hated all southerners and, by inference, was standing at the North Pole.

I'm up to my neck in the real world, every day. Just you try doing your VAT return with a head full of goblins.

Knowing things is magical, if other people don't know them.

You'll see! We're going to the palace. Fetch Angua. We might need her. And bring the search warrant. You mean the sledgehammer, sir? Yes.

Whatever you choose, your choice will mean there are two new worlds. And perhaps sometimes, on the edge of sleep, we will see the shadow of the other world. There will be no unhappy memories.

The Captain of the Watch says if you're still in the City by sunrise he will personally have you buried alive.