He found that he had this sudden desperate longing for the fuming, smoky streets of Ankh-Morpork, which was always at its best in the spring, when the gummy sheen on the turbid waters of the Ankh River had a special iridescence and the eaves were full of birdsong, or at least birds coughing rhythmically

I just rearrange words into a pleasing order for money.

Stand before your god, bow before your king, kneel before your man.

Belief was never mentioned at home, but right actions were taught by daily example.

Shoes, men, coffins; never accept the first one you see.

A good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read.

Fascism may be good at making the trains run on time, but you wouldn't like some of the destinations.