Motivation
"You don't need food."
No.
"You don't need water."
No.
"You've freed every golem in the city."
Yes.
"Then why are you still working day and night? If I were you, I'd be finding a nice place to retire about now."
You Are Not Me.
Weave
Rincewind watched the tiny spider at work on a web that was now larger than he was and scooted away. Who knew what it was planning to catch in that gigantic web?
Map
"Maybe we should ask for directions Granny."
"I ain't lost! I know exactly where we are and it's exactly where we don't want to be!"
Saint
Mrs. Norwell tiptoed to her children's bedroom and peeked inside. To her great surprise, both were soundly asleep. Ever since hiring Susan, the boys had been regular angels.
Shoes
Cheri looked longingly at the heels in the window and sighed. Sometimes it was hard being a female. Men had it so easy. And she would know.
Court
There was an unspoken growing tension in Lancre. The little princess was the daughter of a witch after all. Surely this was going to affect future politics.
Limit
"Mr. Teatime."
"It's teh-a-tim-eh sir."
Downey suppressed a shudder. Sooner or later he was going to mispronounce that name one time too many.
Blemish
Igor inadvertently created a new craze among the aristocracy after one of them voluntarily came to him for an operation on his large nose. They were calling it beautifying surgery.
Redundant
Angua snarled at a newbie and stormed off to find Carrot. Colon and Nobby stared (from a safe distance).
"What's wrong with her?"
"Must be that time of the month Sarge."
"You mean the moon's full?"
"That's what I said Sarge."
Saying
"You know what they say Archchancellor. A picture is worth a thousand words."
"If that were true, the moving picture would always be better than the book."
Paint
Death set the paintbrush down and stepped away from the canvas.
ALBERT.
"Coming. What is it Master?"
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
"Er… well, it's… it's very dark."
Albert was looking at a completely black canvas. Death picked up the brush and signed the bottom right corner.
YOU JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND TRUE ART.
Desire
Vimes left Vetinari's office, dartboard under one arm, completely satisfied.
"The contradictions of what men desire and what they ask for are fascinating Drumknott."
"Indeed sir."
"What about you Drumknott?" Vetinari turned to his secretary. "If offered anything, what would you ask for?"
"More pencils sir."
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