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"Commander, I always used to consider that you had a definite anti-authoritarian streak in you...It seems that you have managed to retain this even though you ARE authority...That's practically Zen."

"and now the golem was among the universe...There were no Words between you and It...You couldn't say 'I had orders'. You couldn't say 'It's not fair.' No one was listening. There were no Words. You owned yourself...Not Thou Shalt Not. Say I Will Not."

"and now the golem was among the universe...There were no Words between you and It...You couldn't say 'I had orders'. You couldn't say 'It's not fair.' No one was listening. There were no Words. You owned yourself...Not Thou Shalt Not. Say I Will Not."

“Now, if he were a resourceful type…he’d find a nail or something to snap these ropes, wouldn’t he?…But, unfortunately, and against all common sense, sometimes people inconsiderately throw their bound enemies into rooms entirely bereft of nails…sharp edged shards of glass or even…enough pieces of old junk…to make a fully functional armored car.”

"'If a golem is a thing then it can't commit murder, and I'll still try to find out why all this is happening. If a golem can commit murder, then you are people, and what is being done to you is terrible'"

"That was Cockbill Street, where what you mainly ate was your pride...People said there was one law for the rich and one law for the poor, but that 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."

“‘You, er, you, on your ears?’ ‘Earrings, sir,’ said Cheery nervously. ‘Constable Angua gave them to me.’ ‘Really? Er, right. I didn’t think departs wore jewelry, that’s all.’ ‘We’re known for rings, sir.’…Rings, yes. No one quite like a dwarf for forging a magical ring. But magical earrings? Oh well. There were some waters too deep to wade.”

“‘I think you’d better put it in your report as ‘self-inflicted wounds while resisting arrest’’ said Vimes… ‘Not ALL of them,’ said Carrot. ‘They tried to rob our bar and take a wer-Angua hostage,’ said Vimes. ‘Oh, I see what you mean, sir,’ said Carrot. ‘Self-inflicted.’”

The golems being like the fantasy version of Asimov “three laws of robotics” robots is a cool angle that didn’t quite click in my brain until this read!

Oof. Angua clocking that Cheery is a girl and taking her under her wing, even introducing her to the undead bar she frequents (for "people who have to spend most of their time being very careful, not frightening people, fitting in") only for Cherry to blurt out that she hates werewolves specifically? That STINGS!