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“Have you ever really watched him? I bet he'd found out everything about Jabbar by the time he'd talked to him for ten minutes. I bet he knows the name of every camel. And he'll remember it all. People don't take that much interest in other people, usually.' Her fingers idly traced a pattern in the sand. 'So he makes you feel important.' 'Politicians do that-' Vimes began. 'Not the way he does, believe me. I expect Lord Vetinari remembers facts about people-' 'Oh, you'd better believe that!' '-but Carrot takes an interest. He doesn't even think about it. He makes space in his head for people. He takes an interest, and so people think they're intesting. They feel... better when he's around.”

“The guitar screamed like an angel who had just discovered why it was on the wrong side. Sparks glittered on the strings (...) And still the music flooded out. It made you want to kick down walls and ascend the sky on steps of fire. It made you want to pull all the switches and throw all the levers and stick your fingers in the electric socket of the Universe to see what happened ext. It made you want to paint your bedroom wall black and cover it with posters (...) Live music...music with rocks in it, running wild”

“There were lessons later on. These were going a lot better now she’d got rid of the reading books about bouncy balls and dogs called Spot. She’d got Gawain on to the military campaigns of General Tacticus, which were suitably bloodthirsty but, more importantly, considered too difficult for a child. As a result his vocabulary was doubling every week and he could already use words like ‘disembowelled’ in everyday conversation. After all, what was the point of teaching children to be children? They were naturally good at it.”

“Igneous was huge and...well, rocky. He moved around the streets like a small iceberg and, like an iceberg, there was more to him than immediately met the eye. He was known as a supplier of things. More or less any kind of things. And he was also a wall, which was the same as a fence only a lot harder and tougher to beat. Igneous never unnecessary questions, because he couldn't think of any.”

“Have - have you got an appointment?' he said. 'I don't know,' said Carrot. 'Have we got an appointment?' 'I've got an iron ball with spikes on,' Nobby volunteered. 'That's a morningstar, Nobby.' 'Is it?' 'Yes,' said Carrot. 'An appointment is an engagement to see someone, while a morningstar is a large lump of metal used for viciously crushing skulls. It is important not to confuse the two, isn't it, Mr-?' He raised his eyebrows. 'Boffo, sir. But-' 'So if you could perhaps run along and tell Dr Whiteface we're here with an iron ball with spi- What am I saying? I mean, without an appointment to see him? Please? Thank you.”

“He sighed and opened the black box and took out his rings and slipped them on. Another box held a set of knives and Klatchian steel, their blades darkened with lamp black. Various cunning and intricate devices were taken from velvet bags and dropped into pockets. A couple of long-bladed throwing tlingas were slipped into their sheaths inside his boots. A thin silk line and folding grapnel were wound around his waist, over the chain-mail shirt. A blowpipe was attached to its leather thong and dropped down the back of his cloak; Teppic picked a slim tin container with an assortment of darts, their tips corked and their stems braille-coded for ease of selection in the dark. He winced, checked the blade of his rapier and slung the baldric over his right shoulder, to balance the bag of lead slingshot ammunition. As an afterthought he opened his sock drawer and took a pistol crossbow, a flask of oil, a roll of lockpicks and, after some consideration, a punch dagger, a bag of assorted caltrops and a set of brass knuckles. Teppic picked up his hat and checked it's lining for the coil of cheesewire. He placed it on his head at a jaunty angle, took a last satisfied look at himself in the mirror, turned on his heel and, very slowly, fell over.”

“There is a very interesting debate raging at the moment about the nature of sin, for example,” said Oats. “And what do they think? Against it, are they?” said Granny Weatherwax. “It’s not as simple as that. It’s not a black and white issue. There are so many shades of gray.” “Nope.” “Pardon?” “There’s no grays, only white that’s got grubby. I’m surprised you don’t know that. And sin, young man, is when you treat people as things. Including yourself. That’s what sin is.” “It’s a lot more complicated than that—” “No. It ain’t. When people say things are a lot more complicated than that, they means they’re getting worried that they won’t like the truth. People as things, that’s where it starts.” “Oh, I’m sure there are worse crimes—” “But they starts with thinking about people as things…”

“Tiffany şok olmuştu. “Nasıl bu kadar zalim olabilirsin?” “İnsanlar, eşyaları havada oynattığını gördüğünde ona saygı duyacaklar. Ve saygı, bir cadının besini ve suyudur. Saygı olmadan hiçbir şeysin. Bizim Bayan Düzgün pek fazla saygı görmüyordu.” Bu doğruydu. İnsanlar Bayan Düzgün’e saygı duymuyordu. Üzerinde düşünmeden ondan hoşlanıyorlardı, o kadar. Bayan Havamumu haklıydı ama Tiffany haklı olmamasını diliyordu. “Bayan Kene ve sen, beni neden ona gönderdiniz o zaman?” dedi. “Çünkü Bayan Düzgün insanlardan hoşlanıyor,” dedi cadı, uzun adımlarla Tiffany’nin önünden yürürken. “Onları önemsiyor. Hatta aptal, kötü ve salyalar akıtan insanları, bebekleri ishal olmuş akılsız anneleri, beceriksiz ve aptalları, ona bir tür hizmetkar gibi davranan aptalları. İşte buna büyü derim ben; bütün bunları görmek, bütün bunlarla uğraşmak ama yine de devam etmek; ölmek üzere olan zavallı yaşlı bir adamın başında bütün gece oturmak, acılarını becerebildiğince gidermek, dehşetlerini yatıştırmak, onları güvenle yollarına göndermek... Onları temizlemek, yatırmak, cenaze için üstlerine çekidüzen vermek, yaslı dulun yatak örtülerini yıkamasına yardım etmek -ki bunun korkak yüreklilere uygun bir iş olmadığını söyleyebilirim sana- ve bir sonraki gece de uyumayıp cenazeden önce tabuta göz kulak olmak ve sonra eve gitmek; beş dakika oturduktan sonra, ilk çocuğunun doğumu sırasında karısı güçlük çektiği ve ebe aklını yitirmek üzere olduğu için öfkelenmiş bir adamın bağıra çağıra gelip kapıyı yumruklaması, kalkıp çantanı almak ve yine dışarı çıkmak... Bunları her birimiz kendi yöntemimizle yaparız ve açıkçası, o benden daha iyi yapıyor. Cadılığın kökü, yüreği, ruhu ve özü budur. Ruhu ve özü!” Bayan Havamumu yumruğunu avucuna vurdu ve sözcükler ağzından kurşun gibi çıktı. “Ruhu... ve... özü!”

“Meşe palamutlarım var isterseniz" dedi ağaç, yardım etmek istercesine. Nemli sessizlikte öylece oturdular bir an için. "Rincewind, ağaç dedi ki-" "Ağaçlar konuşamaz," diye kestirip attı Rincewind. "Bunu hatırlamak çok önemli." "Ama demin duydun-" Rincewind iç çekti. "Bak," dedi. "Basit biyoloji, tamam mı? Konuşmak için doğru donanıma sahip olmak gerek, tıpkı ciğerler, dudaklar ve-" "Ses telleri" dedi ağaç. "Evet, onlara." dedi Rincewind. Susup kasvetle yağmura baktı.”

“Susan stared at him. The blue glow in Death’s eyes gradually faded, and as the light died it sucked at her gaze so that it was dragged into the eye sockets and into the darkness beyond… …which went on and on, for ever. There was no word for it. Even eternity was a human idea. Giving it a name gave it a length; admittedly, a very long one. But this darkness was what was left when eternity had given up. It was where Death lived. Alone.”

“Shoot the dictator and prevent the war? But the dictator is merely the tip of the whole festering boil of social pus from which dictators emerge; shoot one, and there’ll be another one along in a minute. Shoot him too? Why not shoot everyone and invade Poland? In fifty years’, thirty years’, ten years’ time the world will be very nearly back on its old course. History always has a great weight of inertia.”

“It has already been mentioned that Duke Felmet was one step away from the throne. The step in question was at the top of the flight leading to the Great Hall, down which King Verence had tumbled in the dark only to land, against all laws of probability, on his own dagger. It had, however, been declared by his own physician to be a case of natural causes. Bentzen had gone to see the man and explained that falling down a flight of steps with a dagger in your back was a disease caused by unwise opening of the mouth. In fact it had already been caught by several members of the king's own bodyguard who had been a little bit hard of hearing. There had been a minor epidemic.”