“You rather like her, don’t you? I can tell, said a voice in his head. Oh blast, thought Rincewind, you’re not my conscience again, are you? Your libido. It’s a bit stuffy in here, isn’t it? You haven’t had it done up since the last time I was around. Look, go away, will you? I’m a wizard! Wizards are ruled by their heads, not by their hearts! And I’m getting votes from your glands, and they’re telling me that as far as your body is concerned your brain is in a minority of one. Yes? But it’s got the casting vote, then. Hah! That’s what you think. Your heart has got nothing to do with this, by the way, it’s merely a muscular organ which powers the circulation of the blood. But look at it like this - you quite like her, don’t you?”
Book:Sourcery
