Monstrous Regiment (Discworld, #31)

by Terry Pratchett

You take a bunch of people who don’t seem any different from you and me, but when you add them all together you get this sort of huge raving maniac with national borders and an anthem.’

You never knew who was connected to who … not just connected to who, in fact, but to whom. Whoms were likely to be far more trouble than your common everyday who.

The four lesser horsemen of Panic, Bewilderment, Ignorance and Shouting took control of the room,

After a few moments of embarrassed silence Polly said: ‘What’s a political?’ ‘Like a spy, only on your own side,’ said Maladict.

We are in the deep cack. It couldn’t be worse if it was raining arseholes. Any questions?’

Bein’ a soldier is not hard. If it was, soldiers would not be able to do it.

The presence of those seeking the truth is infinitely to be preferred to those who think they’ve found it.

Heinrich had a reputation locally for cunning, but Ankh-Morpork had overtaken cunning a thousand years ago, had sped past devious, had left artful far behind and had now, by a roundabout route, arrived at straightforward.

It hadn’t seen that an army on campaign is a sort of large, portable city. It has only one employer, and it manufactures dead people,

we can hang ourselves before they do it.’ ‘I’m told it’s a very painful way to die,’ said Polly. ‘Who by?’ said Tonker.

The enemy wasn’t men, or women, or the old, or even the dead. It was just bleedin’ stupid people, who came in all varieties. And no one had the right to be stupid.