Gods Don't Like People Not Doing Much

It Takes A Special Kind Of Person To Fight Back.

It Is At This Point That Normal Language Gives Up, And Goes And Has A Drink.

Vimes Struggled To His Feet, Shook His Head And Set Off After It. No Thought Was Involved. It Is The Ancient Instinct Of Terriers And Policemen To Chase Anything That Runs Away.

History Always Has A Few Tricks Up Its Frayed Sleeve. It's Been Around A Long Time.

I'm Trying To Have A Moment O' Existential Dreed Here, Right? Crivens, It's A Puir Lookout If A Man Canna Feel The Chilly Winds O' Fate Lashing Aroound His Netheres Wi'out Folks Telling Him He's Deid, Eh?