Let it be my christmas gift for you all.
Also Vimes can’t dance.
He didn’t administer a reign of terror, just the occasional light shower.
the problem when reading a discworld book is you have literally no idea whether the deep, existential passage you are reading is leading up to something profound or to a pun
…the Emperor wasn’t simply at Death’s door but well inside the hallway, admiring the carpet and commenting on the hatstand.
There was a definite feel about Adora Belle Dearheart that a lid was only barely holding down an entire womanful of anger.
Humans need fantasy to be human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape.
AT LAST, SIR TERRY, WE MUST WALK TOGETHER.
Terry took Death’s arm and followed him through the doors and on to the black desert under the endless night.
The End.