Legends don't have to make sense. They just have to be beautiful. Or at least interesting.

People were stupid, sometimes. They thought the Library was a dangerous place because of all the magical books, which was true enough, but what made it really one of the most dangerous places there could ever be was the simple fact that it was a library.

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

Ye know full well that the meaning of life is to find your gift. To find your gift is happiness. Never tae find it is misery.

For an author, the nice characters aren't much fun. What you want are the screwed up characters. You know, the characters that are constantly wondering if what they are doing is the right thing, characters that are not only screwed up but are self-tapping screws. They're doing it for themselves.

Always remember that the crowd that applauds your coronation is the same crowd that will applaud your beheading. People like a show.

But the helmet had gold decoration, and the bespoke armorers had made a new gleaming breastplate with useless gold ornamentation on it. Sam Vimes felt like a class traitor every time he wore it. He hated being thought of as one of those people that wore stupid ornamental armor. It was gilt by association.