Author of quotes: Terry Pratchett. Page 2

Rats have played a significant role in the history of Ankh-Morpork. Shortly before the patrician came to power, there was a terrible infestation of rats in the city, and as a method of struggle, the city council offered to pay twenty pence for each rat's tail. For a week or two, the number of rats actually dropped, but then people with rat tails began to line up in huge lines, the city treasury was empty, and everyone was just chasing rats. Which were still swarming everywhere. Lord Vetinari listened carefully to the explanation of the problem and solved it with a single memorable phrase that spoke a lot about himself, about the stupidity of the reward idea, and about the innate instincts of true Ankh-Morporks. "Tax the rat farms," said the patrician.

- And I like it when it's boring, because it happens for a long time.

Dibbler waved at Ridcully for free.

“I don’t call that music,” Dibbler said importantly. - That's when I was young, we had real music, with real words. Like: “Someone rolled down the hill, probably, my dear got drunk.”

- Right, right. But if they pay me a lot, I will become even happier.

- Yeah!

The prison was very quiet and calm. The bench was comfortable. The walls were covered with inscriptions, and William passed the time correcting the spelling.

- Are you an idiot? growled Vimes. - For him to say: To me

...The villain stole 00 silver items from the company H. Svinzem and Son, Yuvlr., st. Perfection, yesterday afternoon. Mr Svinzem (32), who was threatened with a knife, told the Times: "I'll definitely recognize this guy if I see him again, because few people wear stockings on their heads."

In fact, he was incurably insane and more or less constantly hallucinating, however, having made a remarkable mental effort, his colleagues came to the conclusion that the matter was fixable: it was enough to find a drug that would cause him to hallucinate that he was completely sane. .

Readers can be quite lenient about the fault of politicians, but are ready to argue with foam at the mouth about what the weather really was.

It was not even that Mr. Tulip had an addiction to drugs, but that he passionately wanted him to have it.

Any lie invented by him immediately floated out and led to trouble. Even something as small as "By the end of the week I'll have money." This was called “making up stories,” and this sin, according to the de Wordes, was even worse than a lie. After all, he was designed to make lies interesting.

Kings and rulers come and go, leaving behind only statues in the desert, and a couple of young people working modestly in their workshop change the entire world order.