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“For some reason Lady Sybil, keen of eye in every other respect, persisted in thinking of Corporal Nobbs as a cheeky, lovable rascal. It had always puzzled Sam Vimes. It must be the attraction of opposites. The Ramkins were more highly bred than a hilltop bakery, whereas Corporal Nobbs had been disqualified from the human race for shoving.”
― Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms

“Vimes felt quite light-hearted as he walked up Scoone Avenue. He was aware that there was an inner Vimes screaming his head off. He ignored him. You couldn’t be a real copper in Ankh-Morpork and stay sane. You had to care. And caring in Ankh-Morpork was like opening a tin of meat in the middle of a piranha school. Everyone dealt with it in their own way. Colon never thought about it, and Nobby didn’t worry about it, and the new ones hadn’t been in long enough to be worn down by it, and Carrot…was just himself.”
― Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms

“I appear… to be losing a lot of blood,” said Lord Vetinari.

“Who would have thought you had it in you,” said Vimes, with the frankness of those probably about to die.”
― Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms

“Vetinari,” said Mr. Potts of the Bakers’ Guild. “He does have all street-theater players and mime artists thrown into the scorpion pit,” said Mr. Boggis of the Thieves’ Guild. “True. But let’s not forget that he has his bad points too. The man is capricious.”
― Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay