Have A Bit More Patience

Go On, Prove Me Wrong. Destroy The Fabric Of The Universe. See If I Care.

What Can The Harvest Hope For...

No. Men Should Die For Lies. But The Truth Is Too Precious To Die For.

A World Like That, Which Exists Only Because The Gods Enjoy A Joke, Must Be A Place Where Magic Can Survive. And Sex Too, Of Course.

Of Course, Ankh-morpork's Citizens Had Always Claimed That The River Water Was Incredibly Pure. Any Water That Had Passed Through So Many Kidneys, They Reasoned, Had To Be Very Pure Indeed.