THERE'S NO JUSTICE, said Mort. JUST US.

He sighed. It had come to this. He was a responsible authority, and people could use terms like "core values" at him with impunity.

Little fussy Otto, in his red-lined black opera cloak with pockets for all his gear, his shiny black shoes, his carefully cut widow's peak and, not least, his ridiculous accent that grew thicker or thinner depending on who he was talking to, did not look like a threat. He looked funny, a joke, a music-hall vampire. It had never previously occurred to Vimes that, just possibly, the joke was on other people.

In an instant he became aware that the tourist was about to try his own peculiar brand of linguistics, which meant that he would speak loudly and slowly in his own language.

You can't remember the plot of the Dr Who movie because it didn't have one, just a lot of plot holes strung together. It did have a lot of flashing lights, though.

Curiosity may have killed the cat, but her's curiosity could have massacred a pride of lions.

escapism isn't good or bad in itself. what is important is what you are escaping from and where you are escaping to.