I AM DEATH, NOT TAXES. *I* TURN UP ONLY ONCE.
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I AM DEATH, NOT TAXES. *I* TURN UP ONLY ONCE.
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There were no public health laws in Ankh-Morpork. It would be like
installing smoke detectors in Hell.
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“He raised his hammer defiantly and opened his mouth to say, "Oh, yeah?" but stopped, because just by his ear he heard a growl. It was quite low and soft, but it had a complex little waveform which went straight down into a little knobbly bit in his spinal column where it pressed an ancient button marked Primal Terror.”
(Feet of Clay)
Rumour is information distilled so finely that it can filter through
anything. It does not need doors and windows -- sometimes it does not need
people. It can exist free and wild, running from ear to ear without ever
touching lips.
(Feet of Clay)
You never ever volunteered. Not even if a sergant stood there and said, "We
need someone to drink alcohol, bottles of, and make love, passionate, to
women, for the use of." There was *always* a snag. If a choir of angels
asked for volunteers for Paradise to step forward, Nobby knew enough to
take one smart pace to the rear.
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“Just because someone's a member of an ethnic minority doesn't mean they're
not a nasty small-minded little jerk [...]”
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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.
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Slab: Jus' say 'AarrghaarrghpleeassennononoUGH'.
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“Today Is A Good Day For Someone Else To Die!”
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History had wanted surgery. Sometimes Dr Chopper is the only surgeon to hand. There's something final about an axe.
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'In the Fyres of Struggle let us bake New Men, who Will Notte heed the old Lies.'
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It was easy to be a vegetarian by day. It was preventing yourself from becoming a humanitarian at night that took the real effort.
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'They think they want good government and justice for all, Vimes, yet what is it they really crave, deep in their hearts? Only that things go on as normal and tomorrow is pretty much like today.'
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'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.'
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And, while it was regarded as pretty good evidence of criminality to be
living in a slum, for some reason owning a whole street of them merely got
you invited to the very best social occasions.
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Stupid men are often capable of things the clever would not dare to contemplate...
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'It's time to-'
'Prod buttock, sir?' said Carrot, hurriedly.
'Close,' said Vimes, taking a deep drag and blowing out a smoke ring, 'but no cigar.'
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...He hated the very idea of the world being divided into the shaved and
the shavers. Or those who wore the shiny boots and those who cleaned the
mud off them. Every time he saw Willikins the butler fold his, Vimes's,
clothes, he suppressed a terrible urge to kick the butler's shiny backside
as an affront to the dignity of man.
(Feet of Clay)
It was hard enough to kill a vampire. You could stake them down and turn
them into dust and ten years later someone drops a drop of blood in the
wrong place and *guess who's back*? They returned more times than raw
broccoli.
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“Bingeley bingeley beep!”
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I AM DEATH, NOT TAXES. I TURN UP ONLY ONCE.
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'They've given us the answers,' he [Carrot] said. 'Perhaps we can find out what the questions should have been.'
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It was Carrot who'd suggested to the Patrician that hardened criminals
should be given the chance to "serve the community" by redecorating the
homes of the elderly, lending a new terror to old age and, given
Ankh-Morpork's crime rate, leading to at least one old lady having her
front room wallpapered so many times in six months that now she could only
get in sideways.
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'Somewhere, A Crime Is Happening,' said Dorfl.
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'Tell me, sir Samuel, do you know the phrase "Quis custodiet isos custodes?"? (...) It means "Who guards the guards themselves?" (...) Who watches the Watch?'
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No one heard the cry that came back from the dead skull, because there was no mouth to utter it and not even a mind to guide it, but it screamed out into the night:
CLAY OF MY CLAY, THOU SHALT NOT KILL! THOU SHALT NOT DIE!
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A lot of people and the smell of sausages meant a performance of the street theatre that was life in Ankh-Morpork.
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'I like the sound of that,' said Mrs Palm.
'I like the echoes,' said Dr Downey.
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'Vetinari isn't mad.'
'Depends how you look at it. No one can be as sane as he is without being mad.'
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The real world was far too real to leave neat little hints. It was full of too many things. It wasn't by eliminating the impossible that you got at the truth, however improbable; it was by the much harder process of eliminating the possibilities.
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