Feet of Clay:
Overview
I AM DEATH, NOT TAXES. I TURN UP ONLY ONCE.
[p. 27]
Slab: Jus' say 'AarrghaarrghpleeassennononoUGH'.
[p. 37]
Stupid men are often capable of things the clever would not dare to contemplate...
[p. 63]
It was easy to be a vegetarian by day. It was preventing yourself from becoming a humanitarian at night that took the real effort.
[p. 75]
'They think they want good government and justice for all, Vimes, yet what is it they really crave, deep in their hearts? Only that things go on as normal and tomorrow is pretty much like today.'
[p.. 94, Lord Vetinari]
Whoever had created humanity had left in a major design flaw. It was its tendency to bend at the knees.
[p. 96]
History had wanted surgery. Sometimes Dr Chopper is the only surgeon to hand. There's something final about an axe.
[p. 104, Vimes's thoughts]
'In the Fyres of Struggle let us bake New Men, who Will Notte heed the old Lies.'
[p. 104, Suffer-Not-Injustice Vimes's journal]
No one heard the cry that came back from the dead skull, because there was no mouth to utter it and not even a mind to guide it, but it screamed out into the night:
CLAY OF MY CLAY, THOU SHALT NOT KILL! THOU SHALT NOT DIE!
[p. 205]
The real world was far too real to leave neat little hints. It was full of too many things. It wasn't by eliminating the impossible that you got at the truth, however improbable; it was by the much harder process of eliminating the possibilities.
[p. 206]
'They've given us the answers,' he [Carrot] said. 'Perhaps we can find out what the questions should have been.'
[p. 218]
'Vetinari isn't mad.'
'Depends how you look at it. No one can be as sane as he is without being mad.'
[p. 223, unidentified guild leader and Mr Boggis]
'I like the sound of that,' said Mrs Palm.
'I like the echoes,' said Dr Downey.
[p. 227]
This wasn't the little piggy that went to market,or the little piggy who stayed at home [...] This little piggy looked like the little piggy that killed the boarhounds, disemboweled the horse, and ate the huntsman. [p. 291, submitted by Bob Lloyd]
A lot of people and the smell of sausages meant a performance of the street theatre that was life in Ankh-Morpork.
[p. 293]
"He raised his hammer defiantly and opened his mouth to say, "Oh, yeah?" but stopped, because just by his ear he heard a growl. It was quite low and soft, but it had a complex little waveform which went straight down into a little knobbly bit in his spinal column where it pressed an ancient button marked Primal Terror."
[p. 295, submitted by Kenneth Stagg]
You couldn't say, 'I had orders.' You couldn't say, 'It's not fair.' No one was listening. There were no Words. You owned yourself.
...
Not Thou Shalt Not. Say I Will Not.
[p. 323]
'It's time to-'
'Prod buttock, sir?' said Carrot, hurriedly.
'Close,' said Vimes, taking a deep drag and blowing out a smoke ring, 'but no cigar.'
[p. 338]
'Today Is A Good Day For Someone Else To Die!'
[p. 364, Carrot translates Cheery's war cry]
'That's blasphemy,' said the vampire.
He gasped as Vimes shot him a glance like sunlight. 'That's what people say when the voiceless speak.'
[p. 392]
'Tell me, sir Samuel, do you know the phrase "Quis custodiet isos custodes?"? (...) It means "Who guards the guards themselves?" (...) Who watches the Watch?'
[p. 400, Vetinari]
'Somewhere, A Crime Is Happening,' said Dorfl.
[p. 410, anyone remember Robocop?]