Character: Samuel Vimes

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

Vimes knew only one thing: it is foolish to hope to do something big, like world peace, to arrange happiness for everyone, but everyone can do some small thing by which the world will be just a little better.
For example, to shoot someone.

Blenkin, but what about honor? Where did it go?
- I don't know, sir, I did not take.

The monk handed Vimes a mug. Vimes, after a pause, took it and poured tea on the ground. - I don't believe you, ' he said. - Who knows what you put in there. - Even can not imagine that you can put in your tea to become worse tea that you usually drink.

I'm scared and confused. Rule number one: pass this feeling to others.

- Were you planning on cold-bloodedly shot these people, Sergeant?
- No, sir. A warning shot in the head, and that's all.

I believe that those who should not be behind me, stands in my way, with all the ensuing consequences.

- We know that you are not going to the seaside, sir... But...
- And sorry, that is not at the seaside! ... There are the shipwreck. Smugglers. Drowned. Criminals and swarm! At least something interesting.

People on the side of the People always get disappointed. They understood that People did not seek to be thankful or grateful, or visionary, or just obey them. People were outcomesbased and conservative, and not particularly intelligent, and even did not trust reason. And then the children of the revolution were faced with the eternal problem: it is not that you are not the government that seemed obvious, but the fact that people are not the same.

And, although living in the slums often serve as proof of criminal tendencies, possession of a slum street was a pass to all the parties of high society.

I thought that the dwarves don't believe in devils, demons and other evil spirits, said Vimes.
Is true, but... we're not sure what the evil knows about it.

Never eat something that can wink at you in response.

Can't say I'm in awe of the gnomes. Even though I dislike trolls and the people, I confess, too, so in my eyes you are all equal.

- What you accuse him, Sergeant? - filed the voice of Sam.
In the attempted attack on a police officer. You saw the knives.
But you have punched him.
- Right, I forgot. So let's add resisting arrest.