Assassins did have a certain code, after all. It was dishonorable to kill someone if you weren't being paid.

I dinna trust him," said Slightly Mad Angus. "He reads books an' such.

Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of our lives.

Do you know how wizards like to be buried?" "Yes!" "Well, how?" Granny Weatherwax paused at the bottom of the stairs. "Reluctantly.

Most gods find it hard to walk and think at the same time.

They always gives me bath salts," complained Nobby. "And bath soap and bubble bath and herbal bath lumps and tons of bath stuff and I can't think why, 'cos it's not as if I hardly ever has a bath. You'd think they'd take the hint, wouldn't you?

A true beanie should have a propellor on the top.