‎No one remembers the singer. The song remains.

It was one of those problematic occasions with long silences, sporadic coughs, and people saying isolated things like, "Well, isn't this nice.

Vimes's lack of interest in other people's children was limitless.

Rincewind tried to force the memory out of his mind, but it was rather enjoying itself there, terrorizing the other occupants and kicking over the furniture.

Everywhere's been where it is ever since it was first put there. It's called geography.

Most of my schooldays were the worst day of my life.

Witches aren’t like that. We live in harmony with the great cycles of Nature, and do no harm to anyone, and it’s wicked of them to say we don’t. We ought to fill their bones with hot lead.