“My ladsh," said Swithin, "are the besht there ish. It'sh not their fault they're up againsht better people.”

“And what do they talk about beyond the barricade, my little lad?”“Um…well, Justice an' Truth an' Freedom and stuff,” said Nobby.“Aha. Rebel talk!” said Carcer, straightening up.“Is it?” said the major.“Take it from me, major,” said Carcer. “When you get a bunch of people using words like that, they're up to no good.”

“You'll get into dreadful trouble and it won't be my fault. You are bad people.”

“Divers alarums and excursions', she read, uncertainly. 'That means lots of terrible happenings, said Magrat. 'You always put that in plays.'Alarums and what?', said Nanny Ogg, who hadn't been listening.Excursions', said Magrat patienly.Oh.' Nanny Ogg brightened a bit. 'The seaside would be nice,' she said.Oh do shut up, Gytha,' said Granny Weatherwax. 'They're not for you. They're only for divers, like it says. Probably so they can recover from all them alarums.”

“He shrugged. - They're just people - he said. - They're just doing what people do. Sir.Lord Vetinari gave him a friendly smile.- Of course, of course - he said. - You have to believe that, I appreciate. Otherwise you'd go quite mad. Otherwise you'd think you're standing on a feather-thin bridge over the vaults of Hell. Otherwise existence would be a dark agony and the only hope would be that there is no life after death. I quite understand.”

“IT'S A SWORD, said the Hogfather. THEY'RE NOT /MEANT/ TO BE SAFE.”

“Rincewind trudged back up the beach. "The trouble is," he said, "is that things never get better, they just stay the same, only more so.”