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Death sat in His garden, running a whetstone along the edge of His scythe. It was already so sharp that any passing breeze that blew across it was sliced smoothly into two puzzled zephyrs

Very well. My name is WxrtHltl-jwlpklz," said the demon smugly. "Where were you when the vowels were handed out? Behind the door?" said Nanny Ogg.

Bugger off sweetheart Nanny's busy

Big fishy! said Wentworth again. That's right! Tiffany said, delighted. Big fishy! And what makes it particularly interesting is that a whale isn't a fish! It is in fact a mammal, just like a cow! Did you just say that? said her Second Thoughts, as all the pictsies stared at her an the boat spun in the surf. The first time he's ever said anything that wasn't about sweeties or weewee and you just corrected him?

Angua picked out the bottle and looked at the label. C.M.O.T. Dibbler's Genuine Authentic Soggy Mountain Dew, she read. He's going to die! It says, 'One hundred and fifty per cent proof'! Nah, that's just old Dibbler's advertising, said Nobby. It ain't got no proof . Just circumstantial evidence.

Don't force me to draw my own conclusions. I do have a very big pencil.

Good so be would you if, duff plum of helping second A, said the Bursar. The table fell silent. Did anyone understand that? said Ridcully. The Bursar was not technically insane. He had passed through the rapids of insanity som time previously, and was now sculling around in some peaceful pool on the other side. He was quite often coherent, although not by normal human standards.

Nanny Ogg was about to say: What? You mean not compliant and self-effacing like what you is, Esme? But she stopped herself. You didn't juggle matches in a fireworks factory.

Where you found the real McCoy, the real grace and the real heart-stopping evil, was right inside the human mind.

I dinna like this, Rob,' said a Feegle. 'It's too quiet.' 'Aye, Slightly Sane Georgie, it is that-' 'You are my sunshine, my only su-' 'Daft Wullie!' snapped Rob, without taking his eyes off the strange landscape. The singing stopped. 'Aye, Rob?' said Daft Wullie from behind him. 'Ye ken I said I'd tell ye when ye wuz guilty o' stupid and inna-pro-pre-ate behavior?' 'Aye, Rob,' said Daft Wullie. 'That wuz another one o' those times, wuz it?' 'Aye.

No' on this raid, Wullie. A'm staying here. I have every confidence that ye'll be a fiiinne leader on this raid an' not totally mess it up like ye did the last seventeen times!

I saw a program. It had David Attenborough, so it's true.

And perhaps at the other end of the world there is a place where the screaming can't be heard, and I may find it in my heart to grant God absolution!

Mrs. Earwig said the village women know what to do," said Annagramma hopefully. "She says to trust in their peasant wisdom." "Well, Mrs. Obble was the old woman who called, and she has just got simple peasant ignorance," said Tiffany. "She puts leaf mold on wounds if you don't watch her. Look, just because a woman's got no teeth doesn't mean she's wise. It might just mean she's been stupid for a very long time.

This one's mental.' 'Eccentric.' 'What's the difference?' 'A bag of cash.

Death's face became a little stiffer, if that were possible. The blue glow in his eye sockets flickered red for an instant. I SEE, he said. The tone suggested that death was too good for cat-haters. YOU LIKE GREAT BIG DOGS, I IMAGINE.

Repent!'" Nanny Ogg went on. "Repent? Me? Cheek! I can't start repenting at my time of life. I'd never get any work done. Anyway," she added, "I ain't sorry for most of it.

The Egregious Professor of Grammar and Usage would have corrected this to 'she was not she', which would have caused the Professor of Logic to spit out his drink.

She said to me, This is fun. It weirdly is, I said. Maybe these are our salad days. Huh? You know. Happy. What's happy about a salad? She shrugged. Ranch, she said.

One of the nice things about Time, Crowley always said, was that it was steadily taking him further away from the fourteenth century, the most bloody boring hundred years on God's, excuse his French, Earth.

Mr Pin lit a cigar. Smoking was his one vice. at least, it was his only vice that he thought of as a vice. The others were just job skills.

There was the faintest of sounds, as of a gnat yawning.

Uh. . . why does your partner keep saying 'ing.' Mr Pin? ... Speech impediment.' said Pin.

You're not suggesting that Vetinari tucks into a nice rat every day? said Angua. I've heard he uses rats as spies, so I don't think he'd use them as elevenses, said Carrot.