He moved on, in the centre of a widening circle. He wasn't an enemy, he was a nemesis.

“Don’t trust the cannibal just ’cos he’s usin’ a knife and fork!”

“Not much call for a barbarian hairdresser, I expect,' said Rincewind. 'I mean, …”

“I do note with interest that old women in my books become young women on the co…”

“His Greatness the King Pteppicymon XXVIII, Lord of the Heavens, Charioteer of t…”