Terry Pratchett

'I'm not going to ride on a magic carpet!' he hissed. 'I'm afraid of grounds!'

It wasn't blood in general he couldn't stand the sight of, it was just his blood in particular that was so upsetting.

After that one thing sort of led to another and pretty soon everyone was fighting to get something—either away, out or even.

'Quick, you must come with me,' she said. 'You're in great danger!'

'I can't hear anything,' said Nijel loudly. Nijel was one of those people who, if you say "don't look now", would immediately swivel his head like an owl on a turntable.

There was a respectful silence, as there always is when large sums of money have just passed away.

To Rincewind's annoyance the Luggage barrelled after her, cushioning its fall by dropping heavily onto a slaver, and adding to the sudden panic of the invaders because, while it was bad enough to be attacked with deadly and ferocious accuracy by a rather pretty girl in a white dress with flowers on it, it was even worse for the male ego to be tripped up and beaten by a travel accessory; it was pretty bad for all the rest of the male, too.

Some people think this is paranoia, but it isn't. Paranoids only think everyone is out to get them. Wizards know it.

The current Patrician ... He did of course sometimes have people horribly tortured to death, but this was considered to be perfectly acceptable behaviour for a civic ruler and generally approved of by the overwhelming majority of citizens. †

It's vital to remember who you really are. It's very important. It isn't a good idea to rely on other people or things to do it for you, you see. They always get it wrong.

And I didn't bother with chapter six, because I promised my mother I'd just stick with the looting and pillaging, until I find the right girl.

The vermine is a small black and white relative of the lemming, found in the cold Hublandish regions. Its skin is rare and highly valued, especially by the vermine itself; the selfish little bastard will do anything rather than let go of it.