Book: Staff and hat

Most people who know Rincewind have, over time, come to regard him as the equivalent of an upright mining canary. The general idea is that if Rincewind stays on his feet and doesn't make any immediate attempts to escape, then there is still hope.

A skillfully used half brick is worth two magical swords.

An expression of grim determination froze on the lid of the Chest. In general, he did not need much from this world - except for the complete destruction of all other forms of life.

Rincewind even experienced him briefly a pity that it was highly unusual to pity, he was frugal and preferred to use for their own needs.

- I never fly on a magic carpet! - he whispered. - I have an irrational fear of the earth!
- You mean "height" - corrected Kanina. And stop this nonsense.
- What I want to say it. You're not the height of the killing, namely the earth!

- Faster, you have to come with me. You're in great danger!
Why?
Because if you don't go, I'll kill you.

Gelisimi, which got its name due to the vast amount absorbed their hashish, was a unique phenomenon among the killers, as distinguished by ruthlessness and at the same time had a tendency to giggle, to trudge from the play of light and shadow on the blades of their terrible knives, and - in exceptional cases - to disconnect at the most inopportune moment.

Gornostay is a small black and white relative of the lemming, found in the cold areas of Podzemelja. His fur is extremely rare and highly valued - especially by durasteel.

In some parts of the city curiosity didn't only killed the cat but threw it in the river with legs tied to lead weights.

- Don't blame yourself...
Thank you.
For you I will.

- I can't swim.
- What, not even a little not to pass?
Rincewind hesitated for answer, gently fingering the star on his hat.
- What do you think, how deep it is. Approximately?
I think about a dozen fathoms..
- Then probably swim about a dozen fathoms..

Nothing is more frustrating than the person that is going to provide the world a favor.

The silence became louder.

(About Rincewind)
Not that he hated the sight of blood, just a very frustrated look of his own.