"When it's time to stop living, I will certainly make Death my number one choice!"
- "I think there may be one or two steps in your logic that I have failed
to grasp, Mister Stibbons," said the Archchancellor coldly. "I suppose
you're not intending to shoot your own grandfather, by any chance?"
- "Of course not!" snapped Ponder, "I don't even know what he looked like.
He died before I was born."
In the fetid fleapit of Rincewind's brain the projectionist of memory put on reel two. Recollection began to flicker.
Daggy stepped forward, but only comparatively; in fact, his mates had all, without discussion, taken one step backwards in the choreography of caution.
PEOPLE'S WHOLE LIVES DO PASS IN FRONT OF THEIR EYES BEFORE THEY DIE. THE PROCESS IS CALLED 'LIVING'.
"Nulli Sheilae sanguineae"
"All bastards are bastards, but some bastards is bastards."
They say the heat and the flies here can drive a man insane. But you don't have to believe that, and nor does that bright mauve elephant that just cycled past.
Ridcully was to management what King Herod was to the Bethlehem Playgroup Association. His mental approach to it could be visualised as a sort of business flowchart with, at the top, a circle entitled "Me, who does the telling" and, connected below it by a line, a large circle entitled "Everyone else".
"When You're Up to Your Ass in Alligators, Today Is the First Day of the Rest of Your Life."
Rincewind had always been happy to think of himself as a racist. The One Hundred Meters, the Mile, the Marathon -- he'd run them all.
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