You could learn all you need to know about human males from one miserable specimen.
What sort of person," said Salzella patiently, "sits down and writes a maniacal laugh? And all those exclamation marks, you notice? Five? A sure sign of someone who wears his underpants on his head. Opera can do that to a man.
Victor drew himself up to his full height. There are some Things, he said, that a man has to do by himself. She gave him a look of irritated incomprehension. What? What? Do you want to go to the lavatory or something? Just get out!
Here is the blackness of space, the myriad stars gleaming like diamond dust or, as some people would say, like great balls of exploding hydrogen a very long way off. But then, some people would say anything. A.
One day it's the ringing of the bells and the casting down of the evil tyrant, and the next it's everyone sitting around complaining that ever since the tyrant was overthrown no one's been taking out the trash.
The result would have been called primitive even by people who were too primitive to have a word yet for ‘primitive'.
If music were the food of love, she was game for a sonata and chips at any time.
The public is not interested in news in the public interest.
He made a noise like an owl. Since Moist was no ornithologist, he did this by saying woo woo.
Some people believe that when you die, you cross the River of Death and have to pay the ferryman. People don't seem to worry about that these days. Perhaps there's a bridge now.
The real world was far too real to leave neat little hints. It was full of too many things. It wasn't by eliminating the impossible that you got at the truth, however improbable; it was by the much harder process of eliminating the possibilities.
In the same way that the really rich can never be mad (they're eccentric), so they can also never be rude (they're outspoken and forthright).
And, while it was regarded as pretty good evidence of criminality to be living in a slum, for some reason owning a whole street of them merely got you invited to the very best social occasions.
A real alchemical laboratory should be full of the kind of glassware that looked as if it were produced during the Guild of Glassblowers All-Comers Hiccuping Contest.
We've always been privileged, you see. Privilege just means ‘private law.' That's exactly what it means. He just doesn't believe the ordinary laws apply to him. He really believes they can't touch him, and that if they do he can just shout until they go away. That's the de Worde tradition, and we're good at it. Shout.
Well, I wish I'd get out of my head, it's quite crowded enough with me in here.
People were strange like that. Steal five dollars and you were a petty thief. Steal thousands of dollars and you were either a government or a hero.
Nobby had survived any number of famous massacres by not being there.
A Duke couldn't have the arse hanging out of his trousers when meeting foreign diplomats. Actually even plain old Sam Vimes never had the arse hanging out of his trousers, either, but no one would have actually started a war if he had.
The figure stopped to cough long and hard, making a noise like a wall being hit repeatedly with a bag of rocks. Moist saw that it had a beard of the short bristled type that suggested that its owner had been interrupted halfway through eating a hedgehog.