Guilt was the grease in which the wheels of the authority turned.
I thought unicorns were more . . . Fluffy.
Most modern fantasy just rearranges the furniture in Tolkien's attic.
Open your eyes and then open your eyes again.
And these are your reasons, my lord?" "Do you think I have others?" said Lord Vetinari. "My motives, as ever, are entirely transparent." Hughnon reflected that 'entirely transparent' meant either that you could see right through them or that you couldn't see them at all.
I don't want unnecessary violence, sergeant," said Blouse. "Right you are, sir!" said the sergeant. "Carborundum! First man comes through that door runnin', I want him nailed to the wall!" He caught the lieutenant's eye, and added: "But not too hard!