Rincewind could scream for mercy in nineteen languages, and just scream in another forty-four.
After the stampede the artist Three Solid Frogs got to his feet, retrieved his brush from his nostril, pulled his easel out of a tree, and tried to think placid thoughts.
Just because it's not nice doesn't mean it's not miraculous.
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"Luck is my middle name," said Rincewind, indistinctly. "Mind you, my first name is Bad."
Natural selection saw to it that professional heroes who at a crucial moment tended to ask themselves questions like "What is my purpose in life?" very quickly lacked both.
"Stercus, stercus, stercus, moriturus sum."
The Emperor had all the qualifications for a corpse except, as it were, the most vital one.
"I know about people who talk about suffering for the common good. It's never bloody them! When you hear a man shouting "Forward, brave comrades!" you'll see he's the one behind the bloody big rock and the one wearing the only really arrow-proof helmet!"
Many an ancient lord's last words had been, "You can't kill me because I've got magic aaargh."
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