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I FIND THE BEST APPROACH IS TO TAKE LIFE AS IT COMES. “That seems very irresponsible . . .” IT’S ALWAYS WORKED FOR ME.
Rumor is information distilled so finely that it can filter through anything. It does not need doors and windows—sometimes it doesn’t even need people. It can exist free and wild, running from ear to ear without ever touching lips.
Whoever had created humanity had left in a major design flaw. It was its tendency to bend at the knees.
THEY CANNOT TAKE AWAY WHAT DOES NOT EXIST,
There were no public health laws in Ankh-Morpork. It would be like installing smoke detectors in Hell.
People put money by. Vimes remembered that. You always put money by, in Cockbill Street. You saved up for a rainy day even if it was pouring already.
“D*mn!” said Carrot, a difficult linguistic feat.
“Crossbow bolt through the head, if you please!” “If you say so, sir . . .” “Its head, Sergeant! Mine is fine!
“The common people?” said Vimes. “They’re nothing special. They’re no different from the rich and powerful except they’ve got no money or power. But the law should be there to balance things up a bit. So I suppose I’ve got to be on their side.”
“That’s blasphemy,” said the vampire. He gasped as Vimes shot him a glance like sunlight. “That’s what people say when the voiceless speak.
“Commander, I always used to consider that you had a definite anti-authoritarian streak in you.” “Sir?” “It seems that you have managed to retain this even though you are Authority.” “Sir?” “That’s practically Zen.”
“No, sir. He’s alive, sir.” “He’s just made of clay, Vimes.” “Aren’t we all, sir? According to them pamphlets Constable Visit keeps handing out. Anyway, he thinks he’s alive, and that’s good enough for me.”
“Is It Frightening To Be Free?” “You said it.” “You Say To People ‘Throw Off Your Chains’ And They Make New Chains For Themselves?” “Seems to be a major human activity, yes.”
