The Last Continent (Discworld, #22; Rincewind, #6)

by Terry Pratchett

You can say this about Ankh-Morpork—no matter how misshapen a garment, there will always be someone somewhere it would fit.

There were rooms containing rooms which, if you entered them, turned out to contain the room you’d started with, which can be a problem if you are in a conga line.

Rincewind awoke with a scream, to get it over with.

In fact she moved with more than dignity, which is something that is given away free with kings and bishops; what she had was respectability, which is homemade out of cast iron.