Feet of Clay (Discworld, #19; City Watch, #3)

by Terry Pratchett

There was a forest of mugs in front of Nobby. “I mean, I mean, what’s it worth whenallsaidandone?” he said.

People said that there was one law for the rich and one law for the poor, but it wasn’t true. There was no law for those who made the law, and no law for the incorrigibly lawless. All the laws and rules were for those people stupid enough to think like Cockbill Street people.

even make ’em of the right meat!” Carrot sighed. There were no public health laws in Ankh-Morpork. It would be like installing smoke detectors in Hell.

WORDS IN THE HEART CAN NOT BE TAKEN.

“Yes,” said Dorfl. He reached down and picked up the vampire in one hand. “I Could Kill You,” he said. “This Is An Option Available To Me As A Free-Thinking Individual But I Will Not Do So Because I Own Myself And I Have Made A Moral Choice.”

Only crimes could take place in darkness. Punishment had to be done in the light. That was the job of a good Watchman, Carrot always said. To light a candle in the dark.

“The thought occurs, sir, that if Commander Vimes did not exist you would have had to invent him.” “You know, Drumknott, I rather think I did.”

I’ll have to go, Angua thought as they strolled on down the street. Sooner or later he’ll see that it can’t really work out. Werewolves and humans . . . we’ve both got too much to lose. Sooner or later I’ll have to leave him.

But, for one day at a time, let it be tomorrow. “Want the dresses back?” said Cheri, behind her. “Maybe one or two,” said Angua.