Sometimes the truth is arrived at by adding all the little lies together and deducting them from the totality of what is known.

Oh, that's just Thud! That's easy!" yapped a voice.

Both men turned to look at Horsefry, who had been made perky by sheer relief.

"I used to play it when I was a kid," he burbled. It's boring. The dwarfs always win!"

Gilt and Vetinari shared a look. It said: While I loathe you and every aspect of your personal philosophy to a depth unplummable by any line, I'll credit you at least with not being Crispin Horsefry.

There was no safety. There was no pride. All there was, was money. Everything became money, and money became everything. Money treated us as if we were things, and we died.

You know how to pray, don’t you? Just put your hands together and hope.

Knowing that you are going to die is, I suspect, the beginning of wisdom.

Nothing I can say or devise, and nothing anybody else can say or devise, is going to be perfect.