Quotes
This is Art holding a Mirror up to Life. That's why everything is exactly the wrong way round.
The duke had a mind that ticked like a clock and, like a clock, it regularly went cuckoo.
They suffered from the terrible delusion that something could be done. They seemed prepared to make the world the way they wanted or die in the attempt, and the trouble with dying in the attempt was that you died in the attempt.
Of course, Ankh-Morpork's citizens had always claimed that the river water was incredibly pure in any case. Any water that had passed through so many kidneys, they reasoned, had to be very pure indeed.
These weren't the normal city watch, cautious and genially corrupt. These were walking slabs of muscle and they were absolutely unbribable, if only because the Patrician could outbid anyone else.
'I don't trust this man,' said Nijel. 'I try not to judge from first impressions, but I definitely think he's up to no good.'
'Poor I don't mind,' said the Seriph. 'It's sobriety that is giving me difficulties.'
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.
'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.
Some people think this is paranoia, but it isn't. Paranoids only think everyone is out to get them. Wizards know it.
