It is possible to live well with dementia and write best-sellers 'like wot I do.

I see evil when I look in my shaving mirror. It is, philosophically, present everywhere in the universe in order, apparently, to highlight the existence of good. I think there is more to this theory, but I tend to burst out laughing at this point.

Vimes had got around to a Clean Desk policy. It was a Clean Floor strategy that eluded him at the moment.

I grow as many of our vegetables as I can, because my granddad was a professional gardener, and it's in the blood.

I don't think about the end game. I've got lots to occupy my mind. It's the rage that keeps me going.

Actors, said Granny, witheringly. As if the world weren't full of enough history without inventing more.

Granny bit her lip. She was never quite certain about children, thinking of them-when she thought about them at all-as coming somewhere between animals and people. She understood babies. You put milk in one end and kept the other as clean as possible. Adults were even easier, because they did the feeding and cleaning themselves. But in between was a world of experience that she had never really inquired about. As far as she was aware, you just tried to stop them catching anything fatal and hoped that it would all turn out all right.